Feet hurt like I was back at the Evil Store. But LL was worth it (even though he didn't take his shirt off; damn him). And I got to see fireworks which is nice because I have to work on Tuesday.

Alot has been on my mind but I just can never find the time to tap it all out. Maybe I should stop wasting time on MySpace.

Six months have gone by. Six months without talking or shopping or laughing or clubbing or sending pictures or emailing or anything. Except crying and missing a really important part of my world. It really doesn't feel that long. Maybe that's because I keep remembering the last conversation we had, the night she died. But maybe that's me. Maybe everyone else feels it's been longer. I don't know. I try not to impose myself on anyone else because I don't want to make one else sad.

Off to bed.