I know a boy who used to laugh at all my jokes.

(But now he laughs at someone else's.)

Nothing in this entire world hurts more than being replaced by the ones you love when you were under the impression you were "irreplacable."

I've said it before, and I hope to God I never have to say it again.

I am entirely too fucking trusting.

If anyone needs to reach me, I'm back at the parental unit's.

I can't remember the last time I felt so hurt, stupid, and defeated.

Leif, I love you more than words can express. You are all I need in life. You are my home. You are my wonderwall.

I had possibly the most bizzaro dream of my entire life last night...

First, I was playing tennis with Lindsay Lohan and the dude from Van Wilder.

And for some reason, they were married. And they were one of "those couples," you know like, all smooching all over each other and being gross and in love.

But then, I turned on the charm, and stole Van Wilder from Lindsay Lohan.

In your face you skanky, red-headed, fake-breasted, wanna-be celebrity!!!

So then Van Wilder and I were at the mall being as happy as clams, when Dallas comes up and steals him from me!

She said she was pregnant with his baby.

I was really pissed.

So I threw cans of tuna at her.

So then we all got in Brandon's car.

And we went to some reality tv show audition where you had to pick partners.

And Van Wilder picked me!

So we were married and happy again.

So then Maynard strolls up and departs some words of wisdom unto us.

And that's when I woke up with the irresistable desire to watch Van Wilder...

The End.

P.S. In searching google for pictures of Van Wilder, I discovered that he's actually married to Alanis Morrissette. Hence, I must now throw cans of tuna at my idol.

Batman owns nukkas!!!

For many a year now, I've battled with the humungous fluffball on top of my head better known as my hair.

I've used straightening irons, gel, wax, mousse, different cuts/styles, prayer, you name it.

I've come to a new conclusion.

If you can't beat it, rock it.