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another faker! Couldn't believe what I was reading today, that Candice was a fraud! All those photos of someone she would post, all those entries, a whole life fabricated! Wow, takes balls! I'm just flummoxed by this, such energy is must take to fabricate and to cut and paste each entry. And to keep up with everyone. Some people. I rememember when Brenna posted in Glamour Puss that she bought all of the lipsticks for the Benefit Glamourette and I thought that was so odd. Who buys every lipstick made for a set? There must be some that don't suit...but I never said anything. See, it usually turns out that our gut instincts are right.
I know I've not been present on lj recently, but at times I feel like all I want to do is whine, and that gets tiresome. I half expect to be deleted from everyone's lists, but all of you have been so patient, and it's paid off, I'm back!
Nothing new to report at all. Things are ok. My mom seems to have forgotten who I am, I think. I brought the dog over to see her on Monday and she looked at both of us blankly. She seemed more enamoured with her aide, who was a regular nerd. His name was Jerry and he wouldn't give me a single second alone with her. When I tried to talk to her, he came over and asked if everything was ok. How could it not be ok? We're in the middle of the room, there wasn't much to do. I've not heard from my sister in a long time. She's starting university tommorow (that whole tomorrow spelling in Elisa's journal has got me paranoid now, apologies for the typo) and she must just be freaking out. She's never been on a bus. The girl is so sheltered, I hope she does ok.
At work, my coworker Art often exhibits weird behaviour. He has a habit of picking and two raised spots on his arm (I think they are warts) at the coffee breaks. He's does this every day. He's actually picked one off. It's so gross, you can see him scrape his nails along the and pick at it. Drives me batty. I almost told him to stop today, I just couldn't take it anymore. Even creepier, he showed up with them all blackened about two weeks ago, like someone had burnt them. And now he just picks at them. Pick, pick. Eww.
I know I've not been present on lj recently, but at times I feel like all I want to do is whine, and that gets tiresome. I half expect to be deleted from everyone's lists, but all of you have been so patient, and it's paid off, I'm back!
Nothing new to report at all. Things are ok. My mom seems to have forgotten who I am, I think. I brought the dog over to see her on Monday and she looked at both of us blankly. She seemed more enamoured with her aide, who was a regular nerd. His name was Jerry and he wouldn't give me a single second alone with her. When I tried to talk to her, he came over and asked if everything was ok. How could it not be ok? We're in the middle of the room, there wasn't much to do. I've not heard from my sister in a long time. She's starting university tommorow (that whole tomorrow spelling in Elisa's journal has got me paranoid now, apologies for the typo) and she must just be freaking out. She's never been on a bus. The girl is so sheltered, I hope she does ok.
At work, my coworker Art often exhibits weird behaviour. He has a habit of picking and two raised spots on his arm (I think they are warts) at the coffee breaks. He's does this every day. He's actually picked one off. It's so gross, you can see him scrape his nails along the and pick at it. Drives me batty. I almost told him to stop today, I just couldn't take it anymore. Even creepier, he showed up with them all blackened about two weeks ago, like someone had burnt them. And now he just picks at them. Pick, pick. Eww.