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Here we go again......

damn pill.

What I wouldn't give for a minute of comprehension, of understanding. It can't last forever, so which would you rather have....yes, well, I don't blame you. I wouldn't fuck me either.

It's a shame we don't look like our minds.

Ahhhh...but be careful what you wish for...I'd probably be a hermaphroditic, twitchy bitch with four swollen lips and a gigantic cock, feet made of concrete, a shifting outline of a human being. Weak in the knees, an Achilles heel of a heart-kept-in-a-box, retractable horns and a tail.

A beauty to behold.

To be told
to mold
to hold
to fold
to scold
bought and sold
way too old.

I hate the rhyming....I hate it even more because I want to keep it there.

so sad and beat down...

I hate asking for rides. Luckily my friend Dennis is an absolute friend and is willing to take me to my DMV hearing tomorrow.

My alarm clock was working, so I didn't buy another one. How lovely of it to choose today to not work again. Damn alarm light is still on and it was past the time to go off. I woke up 10 minutes before I was supposed to be at work. So I had to call Martha and get yelled at. And then I had to lay down and cry for 10 minutes. I don't cry nearly as much as I used to and I'm beginning to hate it...the crying that is. I used to enjoy a good salt-water purging. Well, not enjoy but you get the drift. So yeah, that was fun. Then as I'm getting ready, Kristen calls me and tells me that I have to cover customer service so I don't have to be in until 1pm anyway. How nice to get the advance notice. Fuckin' hell. No more staying up late to get things done, thinking 4/5 hours is enough sleep. My body, my mind's such a sleep whore...it will find a way.

So tomorrow's the big day. The day that decides if I get to frequent the MTA website, trying to figure out how long it will take me to get from North Hollywood to Culver City to Century City to Burbank and back home again. My life is joyous. Please don't pity me. Just don't get yourself in this mess. This is going to require such massively creative scheduling on my part, but it can, it will, it has to be done.

At least I got my Amélie DVD yesterday (pre-ordered when I had money) and my Jack Johnson CD today...which I am listening to and loving right now. Consider this an offical commercial for CDBaby.com. I adore that site. Not only do they send fantastic "your item has shipped" emails, but they're fast, cheap(er), and they give you a free CD with every order after your inital order. I got a single from The Groove Hogs (I have no idea...but hey, it was free).

I'm reading Michael Moore's Stupid White Men now and I highly recommend it. I also recently purchased this because I started reading it on my break and it was too good to put down.

Worldcom filed for bankruptcy. Nice. And one by one they fall, putting people out of work, consumers out of luck, and destabilizing the economy further. All because they're tied to another accounting scandal or a handful of people decided to start their own. It just doesn't seem fair.

Random: When I get married I want my reception to look like the ballroom scene from Labyrinth. :) heheheh.

mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?

I forgot how much I hate customer service.
HOLY FUCK I hate people.
Damn phone.
>:(

wow, I just flipped the phone off and it stopped ringing....NICE!

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PENIS.

so I go visit here and here, rate a few, come back and you sick little gherkins are posting like MAD. Keep it up, you dirty little monkeys. >;)