don't you hate it when you buy a really cool belt, and then don't try it on, and then when you get it on, you realize that its too big, and there is no way this could hold up your pants, and in fact, it just makes your pants fall down even more! Well... I hate that! I guess the solution is just to get really fat?...

Maybe I will start growing a beard again... It seems to bring good luck for me. It makes me look tougher too hah.

I wonder what would happen if Evan and I ever had a falling out, and couldn't live together anymore... he's really the only close friend I have... I would probably just slip deeper into my hermit hole and wait to die. Sometimes I feel like there is no point to anything... like why don't I just quit my job and live on the street? I'm not working towards anything... I'm not helping mankind in anyway, i'm just there to make funny faces, and sly remarks to put a smile on other people's faces. I want someone to make me happy for once, I want someone to cuddle and to go have picnics in the park, and go ice skating, and draw pictures of each other and play monopoly, and write songs about, and go on the zipper together.

BAH! At least i'll always have steve (until he dies).