10:28 AM, Saturday, Oct. 24, 2009
Ok, so you know, during the day, when I'm alone, usually on the bus, I start thinking about all this stuff that I mean to put in here. But by the time I reach the comp, the thoughts have disappeared. Which sucks.
If I could write down everything a thought about, in a style which matched what I really meant, in a way that could properly show the type of person inside me, I think I would have an awesome, awesome memoir.
Too bad I can't do that. And apparantly I sound like a bitch online. But I can never tell. So I wonder if this whole diary sounds like its coming from a bitch.
Yeah, that'd be weird.