It's a nice day out. Too bad I'm writing this entry on my break at work. It's just so nice out! I'm sitting under a tree, a slight breeze brushing through my hair, sun shining, and about 80 degrees. Another nice day for a bike ride.

I found my favorite watch this morning. It was stuck in the couch, and I was looking for my black nail polish. The battery died. That sucks. So I went to find some fingernail clippers, so I could open up the back and cange the batteries, and went into my mother's bedside table. I found....a dildo. Oh my god, I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

I skipped my period. I haven't had it since Steven....you know, so I'm not gonna say it. It's been about a month, but I was supposed to get it about 2 weeks ago and I usually get terrible cramps a week before. Nothing. I've got nothing. I'm getting really fucking worried. What will I do if I'm...p-pregnant? I'd kill myself that's it.

God I miss all my friends. I need someone to talk to. I told Kendall about me skipping and she's worried too. I biked over to her house yesterday and we talked. She said under all the circumstances, I could be. She wants me to go get tested at Planned Parenthood.

My co-worker, Richard seems so sweet and innocent, yet he smokes cigarettes. For some reason, it's almost attractive.