Mar. 29, 2004 @ 4:50 p.m.

I wish my life were cool enough that I could just write about it on an online journal like a million and two other super cool kids do. I wish I could tell you that my refrigerator really isn’t empty. That my awesome girlfriend swears up and down that the mold growing on the cheese in there really just enhances the flavor and experience of Kraft’s 4-cheese blend. I wish I could act like my dog never pukes on the floor, that he never chews on stuff and that my bed sheets always smelled of freshly cut coconuts. But I can’t, so I make things up. I was once told, “Wow, you have the best life.” by someone who was simply a passerby of my online display of “reality.” I told her, “No, not really, I just make it sound that way.” But the truth is my life really is pretty good, I mean it’s not the best, it’s just…nice. Who can argue with nice? Sure, the absence of a really great girlfriend is amiss but I don’t mind my friendships either. I was never one for sex as it stands and I’ll take the chance to whine where I can get it, even if it doesn’t come in the same package as cuddling, lip smacking and grinding. I do miss lip-gloss, though. This is the equivalent to boredom, rambling, and over-sleeping. Spring Break is a good thing. I need more of these.