Okay so I feel like I'm sneaking a cookie, but here I am online, on a Saturday nite, hoping my roommate doesn't find me in here. I also think someone keeps knocking at the door, but if they can't lift their hand to actually knock, I'm not getting off my ass to answer it. Here is the ten minute:

Caught.

No online. That's the ten minute. Our jack is broken, for the network thingie, yeah so I have to use the phone line. Ah. Yes.

So it's all cool. Oh my language.

I know I shouldn't be, but it's one of those things, they are, so you are. I'm white, they're "brown." I feel soo left out.


If you know my number, please call me. I'm homesick, I'm too pale. I'm bored.