We need Someone to Cover Left Field...

Because that's where it's all coming from.

For real.

I can't go into it now, but my life has become a Dali painting.

Ashlee's in town. We are currently giggling.

I love her so much.

And we made out for-ever with the boys at the bar and closed that shit down, and in true Ashlee fashion, as we get into the cab she says,

"Let's go make out with more boys!"

Happy Happy Joy Joy.

Eric's in town, too. We can't decide who should make out with him. I vote Ashlee since she likes a lot of tongue.

"We'll go to a bar and you pick one and I'll take the rest."

It's that kind of ambition that I find impressive.

I did get pissed off because Julie told Sleazy about some random comment I made to her friend. Girlfriends don't tell shit to exes. I don't get it. I think it must have something to do with her obsession with Chris.

Attack Spring! Attack Carrie! Love ME!

Whatever.

It's the birthday celebration weekend, and I refuse to care anymore. All the Degenerates seem to want to believe the worst in me, and let them. I know who I am.

I'm going to go make out now.