Why I Hate Boys.

I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I think I might be over El Clueless for good! First- didn't get him a thing for his birthday, he gets a bit uppitiy about it, I laugh at his face. Yes, somewhat mean, but he acted like a jerk when he came over to me. Therefore...no love, scrub. Second- PSAT's day. I wanted to be nice, but he kept telling his boys how I hit him several times sophmore year- which I did, but he made me mad. He deserved it. I'll get my revenge the only way I know how- being me to the extream...and not talking to his cheap, sarcastic, lame clothing ass.


OK, I'm good now. Peace out...and get a new CD or two. There are pretty good ones out this week. "Changing Tales", Jamie Cullum...get it! Get it now, love it, and obay it. Well, not obay, but you get me.


I'm out, holla!