Hey there my cinnamon covered juicy mangoes.

Sarah's birthday was a good time. The movie "The Last Kiss" is frightening. My whyville account has been hacked. Nathan Cave looks sort of like Sean Biggerstaff. Sarah's mom makes good pizza. I'm going to Stars on Ice April 16th. With Carolyn and Sarah. And My Chemical Romance on May 18th. I love the songs "Fake Plastic Trees" and "Casmir Pulaski Day" to an unhealthy level. For almost the same reason. Tuna and peanut butter are awesome. But not together. Hardcore fascist Christians are the bane of my existence. Luckily they exist mostly south of me. Canadians tend to be much more tolerant. I sell porn. And cigarettes. And lotto tickets. People buy me lotto tickets. It's a thoughtful thing to do. I guess. People always think I'm 18. And Jessica (who comes in for the evening shift) is 15. When it's actually the opposite. Nolan talks like a little girl when he's excited. It makes me giggle. Horoscopes are dumb. But I still read them all the time. And think it's kinda cool when they come true. Life can be unbearably mundane sometimes. Let's get some shoes.

I should be doing work right now. But I'm not.

I love truth. So what's with all the lies?