Maybe I was wrong...

Right now...besides being hot, I'm like... YANK!  My friend Whitney in high school. YANK! was like her expression of frustration, especially at the unavoidable, ie, there is a French test tomorrow.

 

I could fill this whole page with YANK! tonight.

 

'Cept I don't really know where to start, plus in another couple o' days it'll have passed and I don't think that I want these current feelings down for posterity.

 

All things considered this has been a pretty good weekend, so it's only that I am Jenny that I'm sitting here feeling at all like this. Sigh...

 

I wish I could even explain it in words.

 

If it wasn't raining I go walk. That's really what I want to do. I don't want to talk. I want to walk. Power walk, probably to the 25 years of punk CD. Actually, I need to make a power walk CD.

 

Ack, now I have Depeche Mode stuck in my head.

 

Trophy MILF...hmm...it's not that I am not laughing, it's that it's hitting me in a place that makes meeting her impossible because it is churns a particular kind of aggressiveness in me that borders on unadulterated evil.

 

I should have been a soccer hooligan when I grew up.