2.25.2002

at my wedding, the "flower girl" will throw bottle caps and lit cigarette butts. "weddings are for crying!" she will shout before lunging at the patron's eyes with lit cigarettes. scary, huh?
she wasted money on pretty stickers with sparkles and fuzz. and i slipped in a sexy picture of cary grant so she had to pay for that, too. cary can grant me anyday.
i wanted to sip on some nyquil before bed b/c i've been having trouble thinking too much when i go to sleep. sweet foggy sleep.
we were bouncing to the same song in different cars.
i cried b/c i was upset. and i needed hugs from people that weren't here. alone in the mini, drowning in contemplation and ok computer.