So I read this book "like the red panda" and it blew... yeah yeah I know I should'nt read a book and trust that it is any good based loosly on the fact it had a great write up in a popular magazine.... I know I know. Needless to say however, this person who reviewed this bowel movement of literature needs a swift kick in the ass, And on the unlikely fucking occurance The young girl who wrote the book (poop) happens upon this "blog" fear not, I trust your writing will improve and I mean no malice towards you personaly but come on! did you sleep with your publisher? some one damn it ! you had to! It was called "a catcher in the Rye in knee socks", which you really should have caslled it " a lame attempt at cashing in on a popular theme that leads in no direction to no intrest and no fesible end." I urge the rest of humanitiy to resist popular reading, but read damn it! read something you like! If you like early 90's christopher Pike horror novels, then fucking read them! They are a hell of a lot more interesting that any book that makes Mr. Salinger spin in his grave via Comparison. Fuck. In other personal intrest, my boyfriend is a wuss, who can't handle the idea of picking up dead rats, or fucking me in public. wow that was personal... oh well he will never ever ever ever ever read this because of his extreem lack of insight into my personal interworkings thoughts or feelings..... Hell no one reads this self absorbed drivil. Only one person even knows I type it!@ and if you see this dude.... I am sooooo tired! and hungry... hee heee. any way.... my boy friend.... yes what is there to say, I can't handle the idea of him "going away" and at the same time I fear it is what is best. I need stability I need assertiveness. I also secretly am too lazy to seek out any one else. dating blows. I met this guy Jeff the other day when I got pulled over and the PO PO took my car.. (YEs it sucked!) however this guy was nice and cute and I don't know a whole lot of people here so I got his number and said hey lets hang oput. He and I talked a couple times and then one night at 2 am he said I want to come over... I said cool I was lonely, and eric works now so I'm at square one with the friend circle... AGAIN! any who he comes over... I'm tired and he said," I'm bummed out that we arn't gonna do it." Just like that! as if every chick he meets lays down before him and screams "OH JEFF DO ME YOU VAGRANT COUCH SURFING SLACKER! OH YEAH GIVE IT TO ME YOU INEVITABLE TWO PUMP CHUMP!" I escorted him to my front door and squarly fit my chuck taylor on his ass and ever so gently pushed him out the door. I hate men. oh well...,. anyone else up for some ice cream?