2005-02-15 - 12:02 a.m.
I waited till the holiday was over to write anything. I wasn't afraid of being pathetic; I didn't want to even get near that line. It's hard to find a car.
How do you write a book?
It's a good thing to realize when you are as bad as your actions say you are. The flip side is that you aren't though, it just seems that way. I knew someone and they were a monster. Horrible in so many ways; unreasonable. I'm happy things turned out the way they did. A jerk is a jerk is a person so prideful they cannot see past their face while wishing to be watched and praised. Pause: was that me too?
God hates Valentines Day. A husband waits five damn days to send flowers on the 14th when he should have sent them on the 9th. --and frankly, I know many girls wishing to just be loved; the good ones don't expect presents, they give them. Guess what, those are the girls that get the best ones. I don't hate Valentines Day, I just think God does.
Alright, I hate it too.
