I am the girl...
who will drive you home (or where ever you need to go) just so you won't have to fight the bitter cold.
that will fix your puzzles for you when there is no hope of ever finishing them.
who will do whatever silly thing it takes to make you smile.
who is always here.
who feels useless.

I really should stop reading the back issues of some diaries. It's just dumb to put myself through this stupid pain all over again.

On another note, Helena comes to Chicago tomorrow. I hope she doesn't turn into a popsicle.

I've been to too many shows recently. I have a hard time remembering which ones too. Shit.