  Not much to report folks. Except for that I've come to the revelation that people tend to trust me with secrets. So much so, in fact, that I find myself being told secrets that I don't WANT to know. Perhaps people mistake my indifference for genuinety, they may think that because I am quiet around them that I am to be trusted. Nay- dear schoolmates- I never proclamied trustworthyness. Not that I will ever tell anyone about the people who entrusted to me that they are gay, that their fathers are in prision in California, or that they are addicted to physic 1-800 numbers.
However, the very principal of the matter is that I've been told these things in confidence, and this confidence concerns me. It is a privledge and a responsibility I never asked for. On the DL, people, I got my John Mayer/Counting Crows ticket in the mail today.
Though I hate this phrase, due to it's extreme over usage, I have to admit, it the confindes of this site, "Sweeeet". Now if only I can find some medication that will prohibit me from trampling over concert goers and security gaurds to tackle John... "If I ain’t rap cause I flip burgers at Burger King, would you be ashamed to tell your friends you were feelin’ me? " Well said, Mr. Cent, well said. Bella Ciaro! Affectionately... Anna 
