ok? 2002-09-05 - 1:04 a.m.
I have the uncontrollable urge to make brownies. It's 1:00 in the morning. I should be in bed. But I wish I could make thousands of brownies and throw them at people until the world is made better through gooey chocolate goodness. I'd give a giant brownie especially to the powers that be, only on the condition that there be peace...
I wish I could stop being a childish fool just for a minute and say what I really mean.
I'm dirt dirt dirt. Not that that's what I really mean, but rather it illustrates my utter stupidity.
I might be ok. I want everyone to be ok. I might make some brownies tomorrow. I want to be able to say what I mean. I hate this town. What a terrible summer. The fall may be equally as terrible- or does it have to be?
My head is swimming. I wish my sister was here. She'd tell me to shut up and get over myself. I'm going to bed. Goodnight.