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My shoulder are a mess of knots and pain...where's that Sam chick when you need her? I bowled tonight, didn't do very well. It was kinda exhausting really. But fun all the same. Today was so blah, its not even worth talking about. Cept I got another flat tire. I should really start keeping track, I bet I hold a record or something.
I'm listening to Radio @ AOL, to the station called Love Stinks: Songs of Heartache and Disgust. Cute.
So I ask for guys, and they are delivered. All at once. Just dumped on me...and it's like "take your pick". But the nice ones just don't do it for me, the weird/reallllly old ones won't take a hint, and I can't stop thinking about the ones who, most likely, consider me a flavor of the month. I don't understand my thinking. But I geuss you can't complain when you get what you ask for. I always thought I was just after Mr. Wrong, but maybe I'm Miss Too Damn Picky. Or Miss Never Satisfied Unless She's Unsatisfied. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ah.
I'd really like to get some stuff done tommorow. Like:
*clean my disgusting hole or a room and bathroom or
*work on my scrapbook or
*type up some soc. pysch notes or
*laundry or
....................................................Sleep.
I geuss we'll see what happens.
P.S. Peter, I never did recieve my package. WHAT did you really put in there?? I have a hard time believing it was completely legal. You can't fool the U.S. Postal Service. (Or the Narc Mail ladies who call your parents when you stuff progress reports down your pants).
EX OH ex...oh! ~ sar mar
I'm listening to Radio @ AOL, to the station called Love Stinks: Songs of Heartache and Disgust. Cute.
So I ask for guys, and they are delivered. All at once. Just dumped on me...and it's like "take your pick". But the nice ones just don't do it for me, the weird/reallllly old ones won't take a hint, and I can't stop thinking about the ones who, most likely, consider me a flavor of the month. I don't understand my thinking. But I geuss you can't complain when you get what you ask for. I always thought I was just after Mr. Wrong, but maybe I'm Miss Too Damn Picky. Or Miss Never Satisfied Unless She's Unsatisfied. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ah.
I'd really like to get some stuff done tommorow. Like:
*clean my disgusting hole or a room and bathroom or
*work on my scrapbook or
*type up some soc. pysch notes or
*laundry or
....................................................Sleep.
I geuss we'll see what happens.
P.S. Peter, I never did recieve my package. WHAT did you really put in there?? I have a hard time believing it was completely legal. You can't fool the U.S. Postal Service. (Or the Narc Mail ladies who call your parents when you stuff progress reports down your pants).
EX OH ex...oh! ~ sar mar