Dear Journal, OMG, Mike T. SHIT HIS PANTS today!  I guess on the bus he was trying to fart + um he tried a little too hard.  Oh gosh, everyone was talking about it.  Well there’s really nothing else to say about that since its got me a bit speachless, but w/e I still love … More Anxiety in its Most Vicious Form. October 28, ’02.

Dear Journal, Friday was awesome!  Craig didn’t go to Factory of Terror but he came to watch the movie after.  So fun.  Well, in FOT I was like all alone in the front cuz people were pushing me!  Ugh I wish Craig went, he would’ve walked w/ me even if he was scared stiff lol. … More “I loved the way he looked @ me.” October 27, ’02.

Dear Journal, Oh my god, today was the 2nd time in like a week some guy has made a rude comment about my weight!  friggin T.J. was like “Oh, Allison’s fat too, she needs her money.”  This was after Nick B. had asked for a dime so he could feed his fat self.  I just … More Fat Life, Stage 2. October 24, 2002.

Dear Journal, today was OK, nothing special.  Man Craig’s hot.  Don’t mean to obsess, but when we were in Factory of Terror on Sunday, every-thing just felt so good and right.  It just felt so good to be close to him ya know?  I like how he’s like taller than me but not too tall, … More Don’t mean to obsess [puke!]. October 23, ’02.