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well. lets see. cape cod was 50% nice 50% shitty. the weather was awful and cold except for... 2 days. i ate too much seafood and french fries. and now i'm fat. but its okay! pats forcing me to do track! even though me running a lap is like a fat man with emphasema (sp?) running 2 miles.... hum. i'm like.. not allowed to live here anymore unless i run every morning and evening for at least an hour. last night at 12 am- pat: "so uh nikki... not tired? why don't you go run a couple miles? eh?" nikki: "har har har" pat: "oh. no. i was serious." i think that this is just a way to kill me to save money. or maybe its to kill me to avoid the shame of having a purple-headed family member.
hm. we saw seals. on the boat trip out to see the seals... kristi's bag exploded tampons everywhere and all of these 12 year old girls were hit with them and it was mayhem. and kristi freaked out, but then tried to act all nonchalant about it. like, oh, dont mind my tampon-vomitting purse, kids.
we went to the beach. and i tanned. well, in theory.
so now i'm driving to randolph to help my dad move around heavy objects.
hm. we saw seals. on the boat trip out to see the seals... kristi's bag exploded tampons everywhere and all of these 12 year old girls were hit with them and it was mayhem. and kristi freaked out, but then tried to act all nonchalant about it. like, oh, dont mind my tampon-vomitting purse, kids.
we went to the beach. and i tanned. well, in theory.
so now i'm driving to randolph to help my dad move around heavy objects.