whoops. that was a typo. meant to type stupid is as stupid does. but ass works too.
so now i just fret. and drink orange juice.
i wish writing essays were as easy as writing crap diary entries. but of course life and time don't work that way. time is ass=
now i know i'll manage. that's not the issue. (then again maybe i won't maybe i'll spontaneously combust during wheatus.) the issue is, i'm writing a pointless diary entry online at 11:30 at night. that's my point.
do you see where i'm going with this?
this is why i fret. for exactly this reason.
oh boy. oh boy oh boy.