jeremy's asleep. i'm tired too, but there's something about having to sleep before 10. only my parents were allowed to make me do that. i wonder where my dad is. people think i have a chip on my shoulders; whatever the fuck that means. let's all pretend we're normal and act like nothing at all is wrong now or ever. look on the bright side dear. end all your rants with a positive note. "at least i'm not dead." i hate work. work is so dull. people are so dull. two kids and a picket fence with 1 dog are gross; i know that doesn't need to be said. i must find something else to hate. but i love myself too much. ha ha you're so funny but would you please stop talking about how fucking hot it is? whatever happened to to I Don't Give a Fuck? it's insurmountable - the pressures oh the pressures. i'm going to sleep soon after i shower. soon. i'm running out of soap. the shampoo bottle already shakes empty. the flip top cap's about to break off but i can still close it. friday night means breaksheet duty can rot in hell (at least until monday). whatever happened to Let's Make it Happen?