this is what I wrote in my journal last night:::::

I think Jesus and Donkey Kong might get along. But maybe that's just me... I think I believe in ghosts because I'm 99% sure that there is one standing right next to me. She is pretty. Her name is Marilyn. She says hello. But I mean, come on, I said, the fans just won't stop buzzing. I kind of want to stick my hand inside and see if my fingers make it out alive. My whole body is radiating this heat of fire. Someone is at my window. The buckets are chirping and they smell like ass. I would hate to be a mouse... or a starving child in Ethiopia. Actually that one could be interesting. Somehow there's water spilled all over my bed... I'm sitting in it. All I can see are my hands. They are the only ones here. Mwahahahaha. Shit Fuck Shit Fuck. I almost fell over. Damnit. I really wish these motha fuckas would back up off a nigga. I ain't playin. It's bullshit. All a gangsta trynna do is get some air. Dammmmn homie. Ugh, I believe I am dying. Nazis are dumb. You ugly bitch.

Mint chipped frost toasted bitch. Mini-muffins.

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Wooooooahhhhhhh. WTF?!?!?!!?!? LOLOLOL!

I literally laughed my ass off this morning when I read that shit. There is a lot of other stuff that is unreadable.. but I'm sure it's equally retarded.

I'll try not to get that fucked up ever again.

Laterrrrbitches
<3katieclair

h.o.l.y.s.h.i.t

e.f.f.b.e.i.n.g.a.l.i.v.e

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tooooo bad I have to work at 12. eff.

if any customers are rude today, i'm going to punch them in their big fat popcorn eating faces. i'm not kidding either. i will show them who's boss, damnit.

and if i have to work with retarded people again, i will go off on their stupid asses.

and if i get yelled at or written up by a manager for something stupid, i'm throwing down my vest and bowtie, and getting the fuck out of that shit hole.

i took that sleeping pill last night and it freaking KNOCKED me out. my head hit the pillow and i was deaddd.

i'm drinking chocolate milk. yum. i haven't had chocolate milk since i was a little kid.

i don't feel good. and that makes me sad

you know what i was thinking the other day? well i was at the library and i was walking down the aisles of books... and i was just thinking, i feel sorry for the books on the bottom shelf... because i mean, really, who looks on the bottom shelf? if you're just browsing books... you're most likely to look at the shelf closest to your face. people don't like bending over when unnecesssary. and i thought.. maybe they should like rearrange every month or something just to give those books a chance to be read. hmm.

iiiiiiiiiiiiii feel like a big fat piece of poop.

jes shaved my legs tonight

she also clipped my toenails...

probably because she's hardcore.

i took a sleeping pill...

and now I'm uber tired....

it's 3:16 a.m.

i talked to matt tonight.

i can't keep my eyes open.

i guess i'm going to go dream of hot abercrombie models in their underwear dancing on poles in front of me. (take that, Matthew! lol! jusssst kidding I love you gorgeous)

i also guess that i work at 12 in the morning. damnnnit.

kbye

today was officiiiiialllly the worst day of my life. and i doubt tomorrow will be much better.

eff work. eff school in 6 days. eff being heartbroken. eff headaches. eff parents.

omg, I just remembered that jes is downstairs... waiting for me!!! tee hee. we're watching edward scissorhands. yayy.

and after she leaves, i'm taking like, 300 sleeping pills and sleeping for a long ass time, bitches. don't wake me.. or i just might slit your throat. yeah that's right, i will fucking slit your throat. just kidding.