Downer.

Mood: irritated
Music: L-O-V-E -- Nat King Cole

You know that deep-rooted feeling of disappointment you get when, say, you just make a fantastic work of art, or play flawless Mozart, or make that game-saving touch-down that wins you the Superbowl, and then a less appreciative individual can just blow it off?

Well I just called Derek's house and spoke to his mommy who was like:
"...Is this Christina?"
"No, it's Anneliese."

Wow, I have just been mistaken for a shallow, fabricated, sleazy little [crude word containing four letters]. How special.

Nothing against his mother, it just irks me how my once-best-friend can associate himself with such an absolute sleazebag. ...Someone should teach him that dirty things carry diseases. Bleh.

Over.