For Ya'll Have Knocked Her Up
Sunday, Feb. 15, 2004 // 8:38 pm
I added a guestbook. Be nice to it, despite its uglyness.
I went and got my ears pierced with my sister, her friend Loren, mom and me. I was scared and sick in the stomach but was detached from reality and when I thought and thought about another thing, the thoughts before that were deleted from my mind. I was in the hot seat first.
It stung for a second or two and it was done with. It felt like the numbing shot you get when you're getting a cavity filled. All was good.
I was on the lookout for Michael. I wanted to go to Good Will, also, but mom had accidently left her money at home and even had to borrow ten bucks from Loren.
So when we got back at home, we were there for about fifteen minutes, dropped Heather off at Loren's and we went to the grocery store. Dad and I went in. At the checkout line, I spotted the ever-most beautiful thing my eyes have set on for a long time. It was Beatles magazine, simply titled The Beatles, with a reassuring, comforting message: 40th Anniversary Collector's Edition, 300 Personal Photos, What Really Happened When The Beatles Met Elvis, The Real Story Behind Sgt. Pepper and John's Nasty Letter to Paul's Wife.
It's all there in the magazine. That Beatles-loving-hotness. I'm listening to A Day In The Life right now. The magazine was six bucks.
For dinner I had broccoli and carrot Uncle Ben's rice. It was good. I also started watching When Harry Met Sally but my eyes caught the view of the computer being free, I just had to jump on the chair and write in here. And now, I'll probably make some layouts or just surf.
Maggot Brain.