The one where Grody begins to wonder what's wrong with her but then gets distracted by her desire for a pretty journal.

Having plans with a guy that you like aren't supposed to fill you with dread and naseau, are they? That's what I thought. This time I've decided to actually listen to instinct and not go out with him despite the unpleasant feelings. Whether my reason for doing this with like every guy is because I just haven't found a guy I really like or if it's because of some deep psychological problem having to do with some painful childhood that I never had, I don't care. I'm just gonna be selfish. I don't like him, I don't have to hang out with him, and I'm OK with that.

..Who am I trying to convince?

Anyway.

I want a pretty journal. A real live one, not just this super secret online one. Yea.

P.S. :)

(2002-11-14 - 10:37 p.m.)