I'm not sure what it is, but Sk8 Boi by Avril Lavigne is making me depressed. I can't quite pinpoint what it is ... maybe it's the story of lost chances.

Good god. Am I letting Avril Lavigne affect me? This is ridiculous.

I smell like bulgogi. I spent a while cooking it this morning for some guests we had over for lunch at the behest of my mom ... now I regret it. Everywhere I go ... bulgogi. It's making me hungry.

Dag it.