okay.
dear diary;
first off, i missed you terribly.
today i felt particularly cynical all day. and then i had a nap for a few hours and now im just really tired.
that was the best story ever, right?
im sick of hearing about people who are 8646780909 pounds and need to talk to doctor phill to realize the meaning of life and start being healthy.
i miss sanford more than most things. i hope he reads this and we do something this weekend.
i hate people.
i love lemon tarts.
i also really like spending work periods with anna and going on journey's to get coffee and ciggarettes.
WHATS UP BED TIME!?
love brooke.