Sunday, April 13, 2003
at 9:02 PMWhatever It Is, I'm Against It
I ate dinner with Naomi during work. Now, I cannot sleep.
I scratched my leg, thus inadvertently tearing off a huge scab I acquired from a cut my slightly-dull razor tore into my leg when I shaved a few days ago. A maroon glob of blood marooned onto my jeans. I think I'll wear them to school tomorrow.
And did I mention anywhere that I got nominated to my high school's equivalent of prom court? What redeeming qualities of mine made that possible?
