It was pretty awesome.

Dang Brookinz can you save some meat on a stick for us?

Lil' Kevin: *grabs spatula and serves self piece of cake, looks at everyone and licks spatula and puts it back in the cake box, walks up to Rahsaan and slaps the glasses off his face, proceeds to try and slap Rahsaan again, walks in to hall, turns back on rest of room and attempts to eat cake*

Hi-fucking-larious.

I swear when people start talking about getting whoopings as kids I'm the ONLY one who never has a story to share. I can't help it. It's not that I wasn't a bad kid...well I was pretty good. Then again I don't think my dad could ever lay a hand on me. Not his little girl. But my brother...yeah...he got his. I rarely ever got grounded either.

FrontPage was pretty tame for me. No liquor...maybe if I would've had a drink I wouldn't have been so cold.

"If I was the person I used to be I would've whooped his ass." -Kevin aka 2Deep mocking the little guy who got kicked out of FP for fighting.

Sweet, sweet sleep.

Via text @ too early for me in the morning

TheFireFighter: U up?

Me: Yes

TFF: LOL. I thought I could wake u up.

Me: Why

TFF: I like being the first thing on ur mind when u wake up.

Dude...sweet thought...but too bad I'm onto your game. Sure you're on my mind...but not in a good way punk. You just woke me up. That's not cool.

PostSecret is coming to Indianapolis. I hope I can make it. November 15th(?) at Big Car.

Mmmmm...Bazbeaux's.

This driving thing is getting a lot easier. I still have to remember to breath of course and loosen up my grip on the steering wheel as well. I still go a little slower, but hey...I'm just trying to get comfortable.

I did run my first red light. It was pretty awesome.

*rolls on floor laughing*

Hit the Casba tonight with my friend MrJ and ran into TheNarcissist, who proceeded to hit on me via text message while he was with another girl. I suppose they could've been just friends like MrJ and I, but they seemed just a tad bit more intimate with each other. It was pretty funny. How are you going to hit on girl who's across the room while you're with someone.

And while we're at it...how come I can't go out with a male friend and just hang out without another guy thinking that we're more than just friends? I mean seriously...it's not like MrJ and I were all hugged up and cozy. We stood close enough to talk and I would say most of the time I had my arms crossed. We looked no where near intimiate. I don't get it. But hey don't believe me when I say we're just friends...your loss.

Illinois Food Emporium = mmm mmm bitches.

Old uppity woman who wasn't patient enough for the bus boy to wipe the table clean = STFU bitch.

That shouldn't have bothered me since it had nothing to do with me, but it did. I wanted to slap that woman for the way she was acting.

Working the last shift sucks. I'm not cut out for working at night. But then again I did request it.

Why do people keep telling me my profile pic make me look like Kimora Lee? And please don't say it's because I'm Asian. We don't all look alike damnit.

FlashDance, why do you ask me these ridiculous questions? Like I'm EVER going to wear a purple Baby Phat cat suit. Come on now...or white pants with gold pinstripes.

Pop Rocks are yum. I wonder what makes them pop.

I wanna go on a picnic date.

I am so naive sometimes.

Yay...lunch date Friday. Sushi too. Mmm mmm mmm.

*fights sleep*