aintbroke | Aug. 1st, 2002

Although my journal says I'm still a paid member, I can't edit my styles. Damn. And here I was thinking that I was caught in a loop of never ending paidness, and I would always be able to put in twelve or fifteen seconds every couple of weeks on my style. I might just cave and buy myself some more time.

Bryan and Becky said hello today. Bryan's leaving and I shall miss him. Evidently, my wishing it isn't enough of a reason to stay longer. Bah. Work, who needs it?

I would like the record to state that Angel is the most wonderful woman on the face of the earth and deserves all our worship. Thank you for living, being yourself and loving me.

Food stress lately. Can not handle more peoples eating issues.

Kate, unhealthy. You know this. Get a grip. Please. I just typed and deleted twelve sentances, I don't know what to say, how to help, how to be the least bit useful, but you're scaring us... and I don't know what to do.

TJ-oh, so proud. You eat that food girl! I don't know how to help other than rabidly cheering from the sidelines. *waves pompoms*

To both of you, anything I can do to help, I will. Let me know how to help you.

Spoke to my roommate. She snowboards. Her dad's side of the family is Greek. Felt (once again) that telephones are the devil, and a horrible way to get to know people. Felt like quoting the Invitation at her.

( The Invitation )