Argh, come out, come out, come out!
Monday, 08/15/05 - 7:47 pm.

I've written three books today. In my mind, that is. That's as far as I can go.

I wanted to throw a rock at a guy this afternoon. I hate to be whistled at by strangers. When I say throw a rock, I mean throwing a rock at the windshield and yelling at my dad to call the cops, and screaming my lungs out for all the neighborhood to hear that I was being sexually harrassed. But I was getting into my house when the guy drove by, so if I vandalized his property he could get revenge.

Mmmmmm, vandalism.

*cough* I mean, good night.

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