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I just filed my income taxes and my refund is a complete joke. That was fun. Thought you would like to know.
In other news...my book club people...it's February. Time to get to reading (as I struggle to even find the book that I suggested). I'm ready, I swear. I just have this party thing to plan and this whole second coming of the lord thing as got me occupied. You know how it is.
Mika. Pain in the butt as usual.
My new favorite thing in the world right now? Papaya enzyme chewable tablets. Don't ask, just know that I would be a lot crankier right now if I didn't take them just a while ago. A happy content typing sarcastic Khanh is much more pleasant than a keeling over in gut wrenching pain Khanh.
I've got hollow pockets on the sides of my stomach. That is oddly frightening to me at the moment. I mean really, pool ball size pockets on the sides of my gut. That has to be a bad thing somehow. I've already had two of my closest friends feel them and give me a disgusted look...which confirms this. Am i dying.? Probably not. Do I FEEL like dying? More than likely.
My neighbor, I think I might kill tonight. No one should suffer through as much eighties classic rock as I do. It's just not right. I will throw yet another left shoe at the wall in protest.
My apartment is still a mess. It will miraculously become clean by this weekend's engagements, but at the moment, the miracle has not arrived. It and I smell like stale cigarettes. Lovely.
Delia brought me Short Stop today. I didn't ask her to, and yet there it was...the number one combo with fries and a drink, sitting patiently on my desk for me to discover it and squeal with delight. I love her and all that she stands for. This same Delia bought me a bucket of pirates because she knew that a bucket of pirates would just make my day. It did. And I loved her even twice as much as before.
Ranking of the day? It wasn't the greatest, but it could've been worse.
-the end-
In other news...my book club people...it's February. Time to get to reading (as I struggle to even find the book that I suggested). I'm ready, I swear. I just have this party thing to plan and this whole second coming of the lord thing as got me occupied. You know how it is.
Mika. Pain in the butt as usual.
My new favorite thing in the world right now? Papaya enzyme chewable tablets. Don't ask, just know that I would be a lot crankier right now if I didn't take them just a while ago. A happy content typing sarcastic Khanh is much more pleasant than a keeling over in gut wrenching pain Khanh.
I've got hollow pockets on the sides of my stomach. That is oddly frightening to me at the moment. I mean really, pool ball size pockets on the sides of my gut. That has to be a bad thing somehow. I've already had two of my closest friends feel them and give me a disgusted look...which confirms this. Am i dying.? Probably not. Do I FEEL like dying? More than likely.
My neighbor, I think I might kill tonight. No one should suffer through as much eighties classic rock as I do. It's just not right. I will throw yet another left shoe at the wall in protest.
My apartment is still a mess. It will miraculously become clean by this weekend's engagements, but at the moment, the miracle has not arrived. It and I smell like stale cigarettes. Lovely.
Delia brought me Short Stop today. I didn't ask her to, and yet there it was...the number one combo with fries and a drink, sitting patiently on my desk for me to discover it and squeal with delight. I love her and all that she stands for. This same Delia bought me a bucket of pirates because she knew that a bucket of pirates would just make my day. It did. And I loved her even twice as much as before.
Ranking of the day? It wasn't the greatest, but it could've been worse.
-the end-