i don't have anything of interest to say, and i haven't for the past few days, but since i haven't written more than one sentence in the two most recent entries, i feel a need to write, regardless.

i've been cleaning my room for the past two days and came across some interesting stuff, like old notes, old pictures, and - my favorite so far - the duck with no wings. he's gotten a bit dusty over the years, but he's still hilarious to look at.

i think it's nice that everyone is either paired up, pairing up, or gone for the summer. isn't it funny how that works out?

the answer is "yes," so long as funny equals not funny at all .

i like sister hazel.

i have successfully tasted like garlic for the past four hours. delish.

what's your favorite local beach?

i have clippies in my hair.

i like playing therapist - it makes me feel useful. it's a favorite of puff's, too. now i know why.

goodness gracious. it's great balls of fire.

bummedness. paige isn't coming. i'm going to leave so i can cry my face off.

thanks for reading.

love,
manic depression society vp