I’m so tired I think I went to bed around 4 am or so. 5 hours won’t cut it. Whoever the bitch is upstairs wears high heels in the house on the kitchen and bathroom floors. Quite loud, I think I’ll nicely ask her to stop. The kids at p.e. are very loud too – one guy in particular I can recall.

Laura doesn’t like Billy Joel – I don’t know if I can be friends with her now. Of course that is a joke.

I think I started my rag but I’m not sure. Perhaps I should on to the doctor. I am almost 18 and I have quite irregular periods. They’d probably slap me on the pill to regulate me. Laura has a year’s supply she got at Humboldt that she said I could have. But I don’t know about being regular it’s kind of nice to go for months at a time without “my friend” (archaic joke).

Hey, Grateful Dead tickets go on sale on Monday. They’re gonna be playing at he Colosseum – wherever, whatever that is. I will have to tell Laura. We’re not going to the Sacramento show so we have to go down here. I want to be a Dead Head for a day. Or as long as I’m tripping or whatever. I’m not going to stop wearing make-up or deodorant and I will continue to shower daily as I do now. No Birkenstocks are touching these feet and I’m gonna keep wearing a bra. Yep, I smoke pot – but Heshers are pot heads too. Pot is a more universal drug – it brings people of different classes together.

I am definitely on the rag. Yuck and I have only two tampons left – not counting the one I have in. No wonder my breasts were tender. Now I have every reason to be bitchy, Raging Hormones or Hormones in Hell.

Poor little Henry, he didn’t really want to do it but girlfriend wanted him to fulfill his duty as a boyfriend.  He is the first guy I know who has been bullied into sex by a girl.  Maybe it’s more common than I think but no guys have the nerve to talk about it.  Wouldn’t it be really cool if Henry considered us together right now?  Of course that is about as close to impossible as can be, but it’s nice to dream about.

I need my hair redone.  The other day at work a customer thought I had naturally blonde hair and the ends were just sun-streaked.  Obviously she hadn’t seen the back.  But that’s cool – it shows my free dyeing has been a success.  I don’t have to pay someone else to do what I can do myself.

Why do my walls have to be so thin?  I can hear everything outside and vice versa, quite irritating.  The washer doesn’t work – they’re getting parts – so today, on my day off, I can’t do laundry.  I need undershirts to work out in, underwear to wear, basically whites, my biggest load and quickest to become dirty.  I would also like to do some delicates, but no, the fucking washer’s on the fritz (not to be confused with Fitz who is Shannon).

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