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I just saw a commercial on tv, I didn't really pay any attention to what it was about because the beginning started out with a picture of a young girl and a voice saying "she was born with HIV". I can't imagine growing up with that being part of my identity. So many people want to die when they find out they've contracted this disease, they just want to give up, and this little girl had no way of preventing this. She has to experience life with an invisible handi-cap. This will have to be a part of her life and anyone elses that she ever wants to get romantically involved with, her doctors, her dentists, her family, and possibly her children. These are all things that cross my mind within a split second of pondering what her life must be like, I can't even fathom the thoughts she must have had. I am really depressed now.
on a lighter note, I hungout with Sandi last night. Sandi is friggin' awesome. She's really laid back yet still outgoing, very comfortable to be around, good conversationalist, intelligent, fun, etc. I need to meet more people like her.
Steven Mingus cut his finger while taking broken glass out of the window frame today. He might need stitches. I feel pretty bad. He moved in long after that broken window occured and he was nice enough to help us out. I hope his finger is ok, and I hope he doesn't have any creepy diseases from that damn needle at sitwell's...whoa...now I'm even more depressed from that first paragraph.
I'm pretty much all moved into my parents house. I need my bed, thats really all. I'm gonna miss my cats. Stupid mom for being stupid allergic to most animals. But I do get to play with Sammy all the time now, I love that little smelly shih-tzu.
I have to go pick up my little brother from soccer practice. My car is going to smell really bad when he gets in. I have a feeling while living at home these kinds of favors are going to be asked of me a lot.
on a lighter note, I hungout with Sandi last night. Sandi is friggin' awesome. She's really laid back yet still outgoing, very comfortable to be around, good conversationalist, intelligent, fun, etc. I need to meet more people like her.
Steven Mingus cut his finger while taking broken glass out of the window frame today. He might need stitches. I feel pretty bad. He moved in long after that broken window occured and he was nice enough to help us out. I hope his finger is ok, and I hope he doesn't have any creepy diseases from that damn needle at sitwell's...whoa...now I'm even more depressed from that first paragraph.
I'm pretty much all moved into my parents house. I need my bed, thats really all. I'm gonna miss my cats. Stupid mom for being stupid allergic to most animals. But I do get to play with Sammy all the time now, I love that little smelly shih-tzu.
I have to go pick up my little brother from soccer practice. My car is going to smell really bad when he gets in. I have a feeling while living at home these kinds of favors are going to be asked of me a lot.