I was starting to
say something and I realized I had to call my friend Myla. She is SO funny. I met her when
I use to work at Zehrs. She is like 28 or 30 years old, she is foriegn, she's from... oy
I can't remember. It's not Sweden but it's LIKE Sweden. She has a heavy accent so like
no one can understand her. That's why she doesn't really have any friends but me. I have a
knack for understanding people with heavy accents. Anywho I called her up and we were talking
about Sarah, my friend who is pregnant. She works at Zehrs too, and she is 18. Myla just
found out yesterday Sarah was pregnant and she can't believe it cuz she is so young. She
said to me "I am glad you are not stupid like Sarah." but it's funny when she talked cuz
she always gets words and stuff mixed up. She has only been in Canada for like 2 yrs.
I told Myla that I think Sarah doesn't understand how much hard work a baby will be. I think
she thinks it's all fun and games. And Myla is like "Maybe she is just... insane. Do you
understand?" lol. She is cute. I love her so much. We hardly talk and she is like "You have
to call. You must call me okay?"

Wow, looks like I am averaging (is that spelled right?) a theme every couple months.
I barely write in here tho. I don't know why. I am afraid to speak my mind. I am afraid
of who will see it. I am like that. What if someone who thinks I am so together and nice
and caring finds out the truth? Probably shouldn't put a diary on the net. Although I don't
use my real name so I guess I am safe as long as no one knows the address...