February 06, 2007 - 5:31 pm the gang went out for dinner last night for john's birthday. i haven't laughed that much in a while. i have a feeling the table beside us, a middle aged couple, were completely horrified. bits from the conversation included: - roofies in a pez dispenser and on and on. i ran into a girl from my high school today. it was brief but, a thousand insecurities filled my head. those high school moments. i hate them. anyway, it was unnerving. and then she asked if i was still writing. no. not at all. she said that was sad. i guess it is, but i still write dialogue and charaters in my head, but i haven't been able to form anything other than shit in my head in a long time. i think sometimes that i need 2-3 hours a week to sit and attempt to write something. then i stare at the tv, or read shit on the internet or annoy scott. even reading is annoying at the moment. i hate looking for a new author. it's such a struggle. and my current favorites are either declining in quality (crusie and hamilton, i'm talking to you) or just not putting any books out. suck on it! i've just discovered our toilet is leaking. damnit! oh, and i need new mascara. i'm thinking about the new chanel mascara, apparently it's delicious.
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