hey now, you're an all star.

barbara walters pisses me off. i don't really care for katie couric, either. that hot girl on espn can stay though. that's for sure.

i hate the state of florida. i'm sorry, but it sucks. harry potter world is the only good thing about it.

i love the special needs boy who got my phone number and texted me that he liked "fruit saled". i like fruit salad too, as long as there isn't too much melon. woof. nobody likes excessive melon.

i wore a nice outfit, did my hair and wore makeup... and got a lot more attention from men than what is normal. smiles, winks, doors held open, etc. this concludes my experiment asking "do boys care about anything other than looks?" i can't publish the results until the Institutional Review Board approves my research methods.

i had to do a research paper for my methods of communicative research class. it was about waist to hip ratio preference for men. i did a lot of binge eating after that...which means i'd be a hit in both south america and africa.

i make a lot of jokes at my own expense, but then get sensitive when people make fun of me. maybe if i make fun of that, it will equal it all out.

someone once told me i mask my true feelings with humor. but, someone else once told me the world is gonna roll me, i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.

i wanna be an all star and hide karate medals in my closet.

the first time i binged on candy was in my closet. it was a bag of sam's club brand peanut butter cups. now i know it's better to eat those in your bed watching sense and sensibility. (you can hide the wrappers under your pillow when someone comes in!)