wow.

so. the video music awards are over. im still pissed at kanye west, hes a fucking gay fish anyway (well he is in south park). beyonce let taylor swift take over her thank-you speech. that was cool.

the "your worst fear" email made me cry. i know how she feels. its one of those judge a book things but he knows her and its still about the cover. it made me think of how nobody is ever going to accept me as more than the crazy black chick. im not all that crazy these days, and im very pale for a black chick. i want someone to love me or like me at least, look past and find me. fuck, it doesnt matter.

madonna just made me cry while she was talking about michael jackson. i was never a huge fan but i liked him, i still do. and i was another person who decided that he touched little boys, i doubt he did i didnt know what i was talking about i was little, but theres no excuse.

im moving in with steph when the time comes, im excited, but at the same time im not looking forward to know what she sounds like while having sex haha.

eric probably wont tell me what happened. i give up, i tried to show him that i care so many times, but its not my fault he cant see me as such a good friend, the way i see him. whatever i guess. same shit different day.