Hi Kyle!

That title had better not have been wasted mister. I'll know. And if it wasn't wasted, WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN! (and comment).

Anyway, I've had another fantabulous day. James kissed me not once, not twice, but three times today. I can get used to this. Except for the fact that as soon as he's out of reach i miss him. How pathetic am I? Pretty pathetic, but I'm happy so I'm not complaining. Oh! and I'm currently on page 104. Pretty amazing, huh. I've decided to write to stephenie meyer because I have all of these ideas and she keeps getting them published before me. It pisses me off because I don't want to get sued or something, or worse, blamed for copying her. I don't do that, I have my oewn ideas and if you say differently, I will stab you with a large serrated hunting knife covered in peroxode, then I will pour salt on your wounds and feed you your privates through your ass. Just to let you know. >=]

Ok, enoug of the violent charade. I'm in too good a mood for death threats (did I just really say that? That's worse than "I can't wait for school tomorrow!" Ew.) Enough of that. I'm going to kill the world off now. Leave the love! Byebye

Courtney