Dammit 3/12/2001
I was talking to MJ in gym today. I walked in, and he didn't say anything to me. I kind of stood in a circle with my friends, waiting for the teachers to start class, and MJ comes up behind me and says, "Artist, I need to talk to you." I think my heart stopped beating. "Am I in trouble," I asked, trying to laugh. He was like, "Not yet." As we were walking away from my friends, I really thought he was being serious, that I was in trouble. "He said, "I'm just playing with you." (Arrgghh, he has the most AWESOME voice!!!) Ok, wann know what he wanted to talk about? Weed. Dammit. A few weeks ago, I was talking to MJ about buying weed off of him. (My friends and I are renting a motel room, and plan on smoking our brains out, and drinking. Anyway, he offered to find out from one of his friends about getting pot, because he quit the business awhile ago. Anyway, the plans kinda fell through and Sonia told me to forget it because she can get it from her cousins for free. Becca's giving me alcohol for a graduation present, so we're set. Then, he starts telling me about how his best friend is having problems with her boyfriend, etc. Nothing I was truly interested in. He starts telling me he's having a mini party at his house where him, his best friend, and some other people will be smoking and drinking this weekend. (Thanks for inviting me MJ). Boys suck. >:op For the most part though it was a pretty good day.
Phobia for the Day: Drugs or taking medicine- Pharmacophobia
Until my next entry
Artist
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