...You could see me breathing and you still kept your hand over my mouth...
May 13, 2002 | 3:58 p.m.

Imagine a locker door plastered with ripped out magazine articles of hot musicians. (Which hot musicians you may ask. Well these hot musicians: Saves the Day, Brandon Boyd, John Mayer, George Stromboulopoulous (even though he's not a musician as much as a really hot Much News guy) etc.) Now imagine a newspaper add that says "we srew up" with a picture of a screw on it with the word "up" folded under. Now imagine my name written on a piece of tape and placed next to "we screw". That would be the image that you would see if you looked at the door of all my friends' group locker. The message it gives off: "hot musician boys screw Kim". Not good in SO many wyas.

Today, Tom (the boy who KRIS and I had a Battle of Wits with) said that SOHCAHTOA was his Indian name. That's funny on so many levels. Unless you haven't taken grade 12 advanced Canadian math or any other level of math which teaches trig. But trust me, it is.

I need to stop writing now. But in the mean time go read MY SISTER'S May 12th entry. I didn't know we were so funny.

Ok, that's all.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...