2003-08-04 - 8:46 a.m.
I've missed my period twice. Instead of jumping up and down, eating popsicles, going swimming, I am worrying. Worrying! you ask.
yeah. My mom probably thinks I'm pregnant. But who's the daddy? Eurgh. Nobody I met, that's for certain. Maybe... immaculate conception!
Jeez, what's the point of having a kid if you didn't get any fun from it?
ANYWAYS.
I'm inspired to start my own band. I've already started putting my poems to songs and I'd love to record them. Anyone help?
Must be short. Muse is slipping away and I've got no tape recorder.
