Looking back on some of my diary entries, I see "S this" and "S that", as if he's the only person who exists in my life, and the only person I go out with. That would make me a hyprocrite when you remember how I feel about "The Couple Monster". But it's not as simple as it seems. I've seen S a lot in the last few weeks only because he's had more days off and less band practice-- usually I see him once a week. Besides that, fuck my friends. I mean, I'm fucked if any of my friends reads this, but my friends just annoy the hell out of me. They sell me out constantly, they keep secrets from me, they don't all get along...it's like I'm thirteen all over again with the way some of my friends act. It's no wonder I'd rather stay home, go out alone, or spend time with S.

Having that said, last night was really nice. S came over and we went to The Rascal House on Miami Beach so he could get some authentic deli food, then drove with the top down to South Beach. Yeah, like E's "Wild On" shows, the South Beach.

It was freezing last night, which means 61 degrees in Miami-speak, and I was all cuddly and bundled in a T-shirt, and two sweatshirts, with my face ice-cold, my body layered in warmth, and my feet hot from the heat of the car. I'm always deathly afraid of getting sick, but it was so cozy.

Off-topic...I just saw my sister on TRL. We taped it. It was the #24 video of 2000.