Well fuck me runnin'.

Sonofabitch.

Got into an accident (not my fault) in the parking garage as I was on my way to the bank to deposit money to try and beat some withdrawals. Well, at least 2002 was good for a few days.

No, I won't let this get me down about this upcoming year, but I will probably be sad today. I have enough things to take care of, enough things to neglect...I didn't need car damage to add to it.

To top it off though, Gateway sent the wrong monitor. They're sending the flat screen now, but I will now be without, essentially, a computer for the next 3-5 days. Then I have to take back the wrong monitor to UPS. Fun.

These are little gripes, I know. But they're mine.

I'm picking Emily up from the airport tomorrow, probably Dennis too. She's staying with me until Sunday. I think I'm going to tell the roommate that I'm taking my T.V. into my room. I need something to cheer me up.

I need a drink.

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British Airways has really low fares ($184 one-way to London) + you get two nights stay in a hotel.

But I'm responsible, somewhat.

( This is not a test. )

Foot "fetish"

I like my feet.

They're pale, but with definition...very small, but shapely. My second toe on my right foot is crooked from a break I was too scared to fix. I was little and as I ran through the living room, I smacked my foot into the corner of our big wooden, behemoth of a coffee table. There are traces of red polish still on my big toes...I should paint them soon. I've always liked my legs and feet, no matter how unhappy I am with the rest. I was laying on the couch yesterday with only a t-shirt and underwear on, and I raised up one leg perpendicular to my body. I just laid there and moved my foot around on it's joint, looking at the connections and sinew, the flesh and the way it moves around bone and muscle, the subtle shadows created.

I also like the small of my back, and a few things inbetween.
The rest I'm not so sure about.

Working on it.