Frig.

Of course I write a complete eloquently written diary entry concerning tonight's events and I press the back button and delete the freaking thing.

Now where was I... okay. So I went down to silvercity tonight and talked to Jen and found otu about what happened (with *cough* You Know Who *cough* going and printing *cough* something.. and giving it to... *cough* some people...) (is that VAGUE enough for you, *cough* miss treasurer?

Am really sick of whole thing, and am not going to mention it further. For all the people who apparently have Jen's link and possibly mine, I really don't care if you read this. It's far from interesting, but maybe it will satisfy those inside voyeuristic qualities you might possess. I mean, it would be nice to know who exactly my audience is, seeing as before now it's mostly just been assorted girls from other cities who I'm never going to meet, along with a few people from London that I thought I trusted enough with this link to give it to them.

The only problem I can see with this is my comments concerning Work Crush Boy and may I just say this: It's not your business. Nor, will anything in my persoal life ever be part of most people from work's business. You didn't care before, why should you care now? My "love life" *smirks* should mean absolutely nothing to you, so butt out. However, if you are interested you know where the book is... hahahah :P

I guess that's all I have to say. Welcome to new readers, please refrain from bitching about my entries and I'll refrain from writing any more of them concerning any You Know Whos that cant take care of their own problems and bring far too many ppl in to them that it doesn't concern. *huffs*. People are annoying, sometimes. They really, really are.