Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.

I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.

I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.

Last night I had to finish my term paper on the history of pre-communist Russian society. I focussed on the needs of women. I think it's ok, but if I don't pass this I'll lose my scholarship.

I want to tell the world to get fucked.

I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.

I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself. (Not safe for work - teehee).

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Today is the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide. He was only 27. I feel badly for his daughter.

Why is there no Ikea in Las Vegas?!?

Okay, so I got an extra ticket to see Morrissey. Now I have to figure out who to ask out and how to ask it. I've never really done this 'dating' thing before.

Just bought two tickets to Morrissey. Not sure what the fuck I'm thinking.

A man arrived at Ben Gurion International Airport with two large bags.

The customs agent opened the first bag and found it filled with money in different currencies. The agent asked the passenger, "How did you get
this money?"

The man said, "You will not believe it, but I traveled all over Europe, went into public restrooms, each time I saw a man pee, I grabbed his organ and said, "Donate money to Israel or I will cut-off your balls."

The customs agent was stunned and mumbled: "Well...it's a very interesting story... what do you have in the other bag?"

The man said, "You would not believe how many people in Europe do not support Israel"...

Um, forgot to mention something. A friend's birthday was on 4/1. She means a lot to me. She helped me move. She's a point of strength. Our plans for her birthday was to go downtown to the old casinos, but we just wound up playing Trivial Persuit here. I went looking for a gift, but couldn't find shit. A day with friends is always the best present someone could give me, anyway.

As I left work, some fucker was shooting a paintball gun out the window of the car at the people at the bus stop. Fucking savages.

It's raining in Vegas. I really love the rain but I hate the fact that drivers here don't know to slow down. I almost got hit twice getting to work and the bus was a half hour late.

I just watched Mallrats, and now I want to propose to someone.