The homeless people in California are viscious. I am scared to walk alone at night in San Fran. You would think that Californians were kind loving people, even the homeless, but I was wrong.

I had a guy chase me for a block yelling, "Ma'am! BITCH!"

My Xmas/Bday Wish List:
1. a Masarati - only because I like the name
2. bigger kitchen counter space
3. a sugar daddy
4. the metabolism of a four year old
5. a comfortable bed

I shall continue this list as I think of more things.

This is the longest I've been on birth control but I really don't see the point. I feel like a normal person when I'm on the sugar pill week (althought I don't take the sugar pills because of the carbs). I actually pet Parker and I laugh and smile...sometimes.

I feel like crying, I feel like laughing, I feel like going to bed. Fucking shit.

Ever since I moved to Cali, I stopped dreaming. I believe it is the streneous brain power needed for graduated school that has halted dream production. My REM is used to replenish the dentrites and axons and no longer has time for sex, drugs, and baseball boy fantasies.

lil fyi. don't try to fill out a credit card application in hopes for a free long sleeve tshirt. they verify that information now and will ask you to repeat your birthday and/or social security number. your reply of, "yea, i lied on that. yea, i lied on that too." will produce no free clothing of sorts.