we shall begin with...
2002-05-04 / 11:10 a.m.

Booger was handed a long list of chores to do if she wanted to see Spiderman tonight with Thug.

A very long list.

I need to get to the airport by 1pm to see GS get off that plane. Need to.

Hurry Booger, hurry.

I want to help her. It's her punishment for being, well, being a booger. I need to let her do this by herself.

I'll watch him get off the plane. I'll watch him get his car. I'll follow him to wherever the hell he thinks he's going. He doesn't even have a hotel yet!

I'm obsessed. I'm a stalker!

1500 miles for me.

Damn it Booger...hurry!

yiiiii

I did help her with the spiders on the fence. Fat monsterous black widows. I've never liked smooshing with my shoes. Yuck. So I killed them with ant spray. One fell to the ground and disappeared. I didn't tell Booger that tho. I'm sure it's dead by now anyways. It was definitly on it's way out.

I declaired their reign of terror over.

Oh my goodness. I've never been out to the airport alone. I have to try.

Prozac has been taken.