blah. Back at Tann's. Waiting to hear from the bunkhead because some ghosts just can't stay dead. Debating getting the Cobain journals. And this I know/his teeth as white as snow. One of these days I am going to graduate from high school. What a big black mass/what a hunk of love. *sigh* I hate Tann's keyboard. He is drawing a comic, the one w/ the priest in it I think. I don't listen very well because I need accupuncture. Jane says I need to wack off. Fuck you all.