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I guess my password just isn't good enough for livejournal. Really, who does livejournal think she is, anyway, fucking telling me to change my password and shit? And all my standard password are too easy to guess, supposedly, though I'm pretty sure not as they're just my favorite letters arranged in a random order. So now I have this lame password that I can barely ever remember. If I ever stop updating LJ completely, that's probably not because I've died (though I may have) but most likely because I can't remember my password.
I bought the biggest bottle of wine a few days ago. I drank a sangria this morning before school and was surprised by how well it made the day go. I think I love it and will drink it for breakfast every morning.
It's Thursday night and I'm going to be completely lose and go to school and make some super-hot sweat pants. They're going to be great: high waisted, wide leg, with beltloops, like 30s trousers but in sweat pant material! And they're going to have huge pleats in front! I'm going to finish them tonight, I hope, and then I'll wear them everywhere. They'll be so crazy that everyone will think they're high-end designer, so I will be able to wear them to fancy events. Rich people on the street will be like "where did you get your pants? I'd leap at the chance to be a financial backer for such a genius!"
I bought the biggest bottle of wine a few days ago. I drank a sangria this morning before school and was surprised by how well it made the day go. I think I love it and will drink it for breakfast every morning.
It's Thursday night and I'm going to be completely lose and go to school and make some super-hot sweat pants. They're going to be great: high waisted, wide leg, with beltloops, like 30s trousers but in sweat pant material! And they're going to have huge pleats in front! I'm going to finish them tonight, I hope, and then I'll wear them everywhere. They'll be so crazy that everyone will think they're high-end designer, so I will be able to wear them to fancy events. Rich people on the street will be like "where did you get your pants? I'd leap at the chance to be a financial backer for such a genius!"