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last night there was a headlice emergency.. however, as of right now, there are no signs that i have become victim to the epidemic. the sun was a-risin' when i finally finished nix-ing a certain friend of mine with that really really little comb. we were going to go to the beach today and get drunk, but now we're just going to vaccuum and do laundry and get drunk. or my friend is going to vaccuum and do laundry. i am just going to get drunk. and watch swimfan!! but i'm not really going to get very drunk because i have to babysit at 5:30. i am living the life of a 6 year old. i spend my days playing with children, taking afternoon naps, jumping on trampolines, and having headlice emergencies.
other than that not much is new. i have yet to move on past the getting-fired incident. most of my energy is still devoted to obsessing over how much i despise that repulsive chubby little bitch who fired me. however, i have managed to find new sources of income, and that is positive. i hang out with joey a lot and i love him. i also got prescribed to more drugs and thus have become a more stress-free, relaxed amanda. and i started wearing fancy nightgowns to bed and reading dean koontz novels- which is all pretty funny and middle-aged after i take my night-time medication. i get all druggy and woozy in my silky nightown and pass out with my top-selling thriller in hand.
also- B and i went to provincetown, there coining the term "what does it take to get a flier in this town?" and hence kicking off our future in stand-up comedy. as always, we befriended a number of interesting characters, two of which bec and i drunkenly derobed and swam out to harbored boat with after the fireworks- the boat had this secret room with a mini bed and toilet, complete with condoms, chips, and cigarettes. we ate the chips and attempted to smoke the cigs, but we didnt use the condoms. we also played brian eno on their cd player... anyway, the point of this story is that when we swam to shore and everyone was putting their clothes back on my clothes were not there. my clothes (my EXPENSIVE clothes) had been STOLEN!!! only mine! it was upsetting but also funny, and becca found this black muscle tee that said "wellfleet bombshelter pub" on it which i creatively transformed into quite the fashionable little number by simply turing it inside out and pairing it with a low-slung black leather belt.
umm, more stuff that may be of some interest to those who i have not seen for a bit (ie: my darling college buddies who i miss dearly)- i have a new crush, a girl, she is MAJORLY hot, too old for me, but hooking up is seeming hopeful.. i saw the gossip recently and they ruled.. my hair is FLOW-ING, like, youdontevenknow.. and i am going to nyc this weekend for the siren fest and hopefully seeing some hampshire pals there. ohh, and the love-of-my-life who goes to yale and will someday be a famous writer or famous something is writing a novel and one of the main characters is based on me... swimfan!!!!
other than that not much is new. i have yet to move on past the getting-fired incident. most of my energy is still devoted to obsessing over how much i despise that repulsive chubby little bitch who fired me. however, i have managed to find new sources of income, and that is positive. i hang out with joey a lot and i love him. i also got prescribed to more drugs and thus have become a more stress-free, relaxed amanda. and i started wearing fancy nightgowns to bed and reading dean koontz novels- which is all pretty funny and middle-aged after i take my night-time medication. i get all druggy and woozy in my silky nightown and pass out with my top-selling thriller in hand.
also- B and i went to provincetown, there coining the term "what does it take to get a flier in this town?" and hence kicking off our future in stand-up comedy. as always, we befriended a number of interesting characters, two of which bec and i drunkenly derobed and swam out to harbored boat with after the fireworks- the boat had this secret room with a mini bed and toilet, complete with condoms, chips, and cigarettes. we ate the chips and attempted to smoke the cigs, but we didnt use the condoms. we also played brian eno on their cd player... anyway, the point of this story is that when we swam to shore and everyone was putting their clothes back on my clothes were not there. my clothes (my EXPENSIVE clothes) had been STOLEN!!! only mine! it was upsetting but also funny, and becca found this black muscle tee that said "wellfleet bombshelter pub" on it which i creatively transformed into quite the fashionable little number by simply turing it inside out and pairing it with a low-slung black leather belt.
umm, more stuff that may be of some interest to those who i have not seen for a bit (ie: my darling college buddies who i miss dearly)- i have a new crush, a girl, she is MAJORLY hot, too old for me, but hooking up is seeming hopeful.. i saw the gossip recently and they ruled.. my hair is FLOW-ING, like, youdontevenknow.. and i am going to nyc this weekend for the siren fest and hopefully seeing some hampshire pals there. ohh, and the love-of-my-life who goes to yale and will someday be a famous writer or famous something is writing a novel and one of the main characters is based on me... swimfan!!!!