Dear Journal:

I went with Beth to buy cigarettes and I didn't know the guy so I couldn't get her any. So we go to Walgreens to get her prescriptions. She reads me the labels and one of them I had taken before for the same reason. I was like, "Oh no no no... You're going to be going through hell, especially on that shit!" She says the doctor prescribed something else to calm her stomach but her mom didn't want to spend the money to get that. So she calls her mom and tries to find out where the script is so she can have it filled. She tells her mom what I said and her mom fucking wigs out! "Tell him to fuck himself. He's no fucking doctor or pharmacist." How uncool. I heard that shit and I just wanted to smash Kim's face in (that's her mom) and beat her ass. How dare she slander my integrity! Not cool dude. I don't give a shit if she's pissed off with me or not; she should act like an adult. How unkosher. Whatever. Beth hangs up the phone after she repeated "I'll talk with you later" eight times.

Anyways...I'm really pissed off with that shit. How not cool. I'm off to do something CONSTRUCTIVE.

Thank God I laid my eyes on you. Felt everything around me move. Got nervous when you looked my way. But you knew all the words to say. Then you love slowly moved right in. All this time, where my love, have you been? Sugar you make my soul complete, rapture tastes so sweet.