...And if there's nothing left to say, I'll string you along until I get my way...
May 30, 2002 | 9:06 p.m.

I just realized what was wrong with my older entries page and it will remain unsaid so as to not make myself look stupid. Thank you name-changes-every-5-seconds-boy for inderectly making me realize what was the problem. I am very happy now.

Tomorrow is the day for blood giving #3. Which means I get to add one more needle scar to the already existing two. Hopefully my y excess won't make like a fountain and squirt all over the floor and chair like it did last time. And hopefully the pregnant nurse will be there, no longer pregnant, and no longer swearing.

On Saturday is the Incubus/Phantom Planet concert. Except I don't even know if they're opening anymore because the Hamilton date isn't on their website. They better be because I told Mia that I'd buy her a pin.

And here's a picture of a grocery store.

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