my hair isn’t quite as brown as I wanted it to be. I may have to color it again. I dunno. it’s still pretty red. but it doesn’t look horrible. just still pretty red.

i was thinking about junior high school. my friend Jamie called me over the weekend. I have known Jamie since 8th grade (’91-’92.) We were boyfriend/girlfriend for most of that school year. On and off. It was all sorts of 8th grade! :) We didn’t go to the same high school but we saw each other on and off. He received first blow job I ever gave. We have slept together...once. Anyway....he’s a really great guy and he called me Saturday. I hadn’t spoken to him in forever and it really got me thinking about junior high school. When I was in the 8th grade I had a conversation about having a reunion. I remember being told by a teacher that I wouldn’t care about seeing my 8th grade friends once I got to HS. But ya know what...I do care. My two best friends in HS - Chris and Mary - I KNOW what happened to them. They married each other last October. What I really wanna know is what happened to all the people I went to Junior High School with. John C. Chris S. Toya. I can see their faces and I wonder how they all are know. I know that in 9th grade I heard that a rumor was going round at the junior high that I had a baby. An old teacher (Mr Drace?) asked my friend Stacy about it when he saw her at the mall. It’s funny cause I didn’t have sex until I was 17, nearly 4 years after the rumor was going round that I had a baby. I just wonder how all the people I went to Junior High with are, ya know. ::cheesy::

my sound clip has been played by no less than 19 times. I’ve had one comment one it. (Thank you Anthony) I know it shouldn’t bother me - this blog is written for me, but it does. It’s strange. I write it for my enjoyment, but it bothers me that it doesn’t entertain anyone else. ::sad:: I guess it’s a factor of my variable low self esteem. I say I write it for me, but I really do care how you feel when you read it. I AM a crazy girl. ::wink::

I HATE it when people, I hardly know, smack my ass really hard when I first walk in someplace. Not only is it really painful (my ass is sensitive) it is quite jarring. They don’t know what kind of day I had. I could have just found out my beloved dog died, or something else equally bad, and they just hit me. It just pisses me off. ::angry::

My lesbian friends Brie and Sarah are moving back to Ohio at the end of the month. It makes me sad. ::cry::

I really miss my best friend TheBestFriend&0153;. It sucks that we don’t live even remotely close to each other anymore. she’s the other half of my brain and I never feel completely “right” without her around. She left me an AIM message last night making random inside jokes. I laughed out loud - my husband has NO idea how funny we are when we are together. “I get the 12th one free” the 12TH ONE FREE! I love you TheBestFriend&0153;! ::laugh::