cheese doesn't go to hell.

working title: i am living, breathing proof that a person can in fact be uber-swell. or janelle does not have testicles.

i'm tired. it's the middle of the night; i've been up for hours talking to newfound friends from faraway places - like vermont. (i'm saying vermont like wayne says 'delaware.' surely you know what i'm talking about...) this guy cracks me up. i laugh and laugh and laugh and i'm the only one in my room. my mom thinks i've finally lost it, i'm sure. but that's okay. this week my real-life friends aren't nearly as entertaining... and they also don't want to talk baseball. and they're not as cute.

i have things to do tomorrow. i need some sleep.

sweet dreams...