August 11, 1999.

I'm terribly annoyed right now.

Number one, I can't find my next deck of birth control pills. I'm not sure if this is because I've run out or because I've hidden them in some secret place, but either way I seem to be screwed. Hm. Poor choice of vocabulary.

The problem is that I've moved 5 times since I got the scrip, and I've diligently tried to hide them from my parents in every move. At this point, I have no idea if there's a secret stash somewhere or not. And to make matters absolutely horrid, the scrip's in Toronto!! I can't even go out & check in the morning!

I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Number two, I can't find my house keys. I might have left them in Toronto...I may have lost them in the clutter of my room...who can tell? Either way, I can't leave the house until I find them for obvious reasons...although the situation would've been a lot harder if I was the only person living here.

Number three, I look like a snail. I wish I had a jaw line. And less of a characteristic slouch.

I'd planned to fill this space with a little rhapsody about a present from Pixie Stix, but I'm too annoyed with the world. À bientot.