  Wipe the adorable smirk off your face! I should hate you! Melissa gave me a call tonight. "Jesus Christ was an Only Child" was blaring on my stereo (how fitting) " You've just been on my heart lately, sweetie, and I wanted to give you a call! " It sounded so disgenuine. I can't help it, I heard sarcasm in her voice. Rationally, Melissa is not a sarcastic person at all, so I must have just amplified the wrong syllables in my head.
Maybe I just hate pity. Or attention. The jest, and probably the soul reason for calling me, was an invitation to devotional meetings at her church (aptly named "D-group") I am trying to decide how I feel about this, and I have yet to come up with an appropriate description. Joining her groups means having to play nice with several people I don't know (and we all remember what tends to happen when I'm introduced to large groups of people... hello Prozac! ) But I really want to get over all that. I need to mature, and quit being so fucking self-conscious. On another note, I read that Death Cab for Cutie and Bright Eyes have been mentioned on 'The OC' several times now. I am outraged. That (ridiculously good-looking) Adam Brody should not be allowed to like them.
He's on the fucking OC . I have wrestled with the conflict, "To watch or not to watch. " I think I made a wise decision. Aside from watching a vapid soap opera, I know I would become obsessed with Adam Brody and start buying YM for the locker pin-up of his adorable smirk... the asshole. Listen to some Bob Dylan, it will do your heart a world of good. Affectionately... Anna 
