I'm getting wicked, wicked sick of my diary. Is anyone else on this boat? Are you sick of mine? Are you sick of your's? I don't even think anyone reads it. Maybe it's time to retire. Retire the long & winding road. Before that, there are 2 items that must be completed:
1. Go get some coffee. Add Butterfinger cocoa. Drink.
2. Talk about the next Top Model - did you guys see Shandi making out like a crazy fiend on the scenes for the next episode? I can't wait. I CAN'T WAIT.
Y'all keep it real. I'm sure I'll have something new to bitch about real soon.