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Sitting on the other side of today, it was an adventure. I waited for a few hours and when no roommates appeared I decided to make the journey on my own. Precarious. But I didn't get lost... the way there. And I met a lady who loves her job. And she majored in early childhood education at UMD and I thought of Hym. And she loves her job. That kind of breath of fresh air always makes my day. I made myself pretty because I felt ugly on the inside and I still have a headache from straining my eyes in mismatchy contacts for so long. But my pretty exterior seeped in and I feel good again. Sometimes being shallow is just what you need. And I changed BETCH so he's in crystal cleanliness again. He's a trooper. I want a coke. And I still can't juggle. Simple sentences = today. FIN. 7:09 p.m., Monday, Sept. 26, 2005 |
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