Johns
9:37 a.m. - September 12, 2003

I am one fucked up little girl.

Partied like a rock star last night, drank and danced and smooched the night away.

Jeager. Meh.

On my way into work I stopped for a bacon egg and cheese bagel and then sat in the office parking lot, crying, stunned by what I heard on the radio.

Johnny Cash - gone. John Ritter - gone.

And, of course, Warren on Sunday.

I used to have a mad crush on John Ritter when I was in elementary school. I was a strange girl even then.

I feel not quite right today.

Not quite right at all.

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