2001-11-19 + 1:14 p.m.

My throat is on fire. I cannot talk without sounding like a frog and I have to speak with my manager today. I had a rough night with someone who doesn't think I'm a manager. Instead she stomps and huffs and rolls her eyes at me every chance she gets. It's very difficult working with her.

I miss Seth. I saw him last night for about an hour before he went to sleep. I just want to lay next to him with his arms around me. I love his voice. It's so calm.

I had this dream in which he told everyone that we were getting married but he told everyone in a thick Jamaican accent.

I have a bowl of cream of broccoli in front of me but I'm afraid to eat it.

Harry Potter was pretty good. I was excited by the Star Wars preview to the point that I yelled out OH SHIT STARS WARS in a theater packed with kids. They were all brats anyways.

I have befriended this guy who works at Aeropostale. He's so gay and I think he's so charming. He wears the women's line of clothes because they fit him better. He's blond and super thin. I always see him upstairs while I'm in the McDonald's line getting my chicken sandwich. He gets fries.

I love when they gay guys come in. They put together outfits so fast and always look better then the hoochy sluts.

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