Rich Golden Rounds.

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So I'm sitting at my computer eating Trader Joe's Ritz knockoffs (that actually taste better than real ritz) and I look at Amanda's screen name and realize that she's a large lump of outgoing laziness who talks for at least an hour every night to this eighteen year old which probably thinks she's some sort of crazy or he is. just thinking today as a 5 year old jumped on my stomach that my life is so, like, dead. you know? ooh well, i'll live. maybee. today was kinda iffy. the morning was good except that ashley's neighbor (who's really funny and cool) came in at like 9:30 this morning and told us that her dad had a heart attack. then scotts was like "well, he does weigh 900 pounds" which i thought was pretty funny. this morning i chased a two year old and changed a shit filled diaper while gagging and like yelling gross. david (5) thought it wa pretty funy and was mocking me in his little annoying voice. godd, i don't think i can deal with diapers if i have a kid. could you like hire a nanny that only changes diapers and cooks? because that would be awesome since i suck a cooking too. that's okay. got the north registration crap on thursday. looks tres confusing. i know i want to take photography and child development. sf at lunch was like "i want to do fasion manufacturing" all i could this of was 'barf, gross, you making clothes?' if she could ever sell one fucking sock i would SO dress up and talk like steve urkil for a day. maybe a week. godd, i don't want to know what clothes she's going to make. oie vey, gonna go call my mom. going to target. loooove that place.
kisses and hugs, rachell