Another week. So different from the last few. It's amazing to me how the week of my birthday always ends up so hellish. Not just for me, either.

So, in the face of all this "angst". (Translation: Waaaahhhh!) A few close friends (Punk Rawk, Grand Madame, and O Naive One) and I are going to throw a Pity Party. Many graceless stories of the problems faced by teenage girls. It's like "Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants", without the pants.

Random Haiku: Never lose your pants/Kindly looks few and side-long/Free ballin' Friday

I have officially typed up all that I have completed of "Oh, Dear." on a Xanga I created just for that purpose. Oh, my gods. It's a link!

So that means I actually have to write something soon. I have a few good ideas. All plucked from fellow students and mindless rambling to myself. In the nature of Kung Who Masta, I've begun to do all deep thinking in the shower. There's nothing like talking to yourself with the water running. I hope I don't drown...

Seeing as I'm virtually incapable of deep thought, that shouldn't be hard.

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