the year has come to an end and i'm still the same person that i was on the first day of 2000. still romantically confused as ever. still searching. and i wish i could just stop. and not have everything affect me the way it still does. this year i kissed five different boys. only three of them who i was in relationships with. i don't l ike these numbers. at all. last night at the dismemberment plan i saw three boys who i had kissed within the last two years. i do not like these numbers. maybe the year two thousand one will bring less heartbreak and more stability. and me kissing way less than four boys.
i'm listening to a minor forest 'cos paul gave me his cd for xmas. it was one of the only things i'd wanted and he gave it to me. as well as his should cd. 'cos we made out to both of those cds. gah! what is wrong with me?! happy y2k plus one!
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.