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weird weird weird. checking my email compulsively looking for correspondence from a BOY i've had minimal contact with. don't ask me, i have no idea what the fuck is going on in my head. spare me the comparisons between myself and lindsay from QAF, though.
every gas station within a 10 mile radius of me is out of gas. i've lived in florida my entire life and have never experienced this sort of hysteria ever. all of a sudden, my 3rd floor apartment doesn't feel so safe, and i am slowly being transformed back into a 13 year old who runs to her mommy when things feel real fucked up.
which, at the moment, things do.
and hi, did anyone notice that hooters is expanding their franchise into India? what next? iran? makes me wonder if they can wear the shirts and obscenely revealing shorts and the veil and still be adhering to dress code.
my cynicism is overriding my generally sweet personality.
so i think me and ivan might duke it out this week. it's going to be a battle of wills and construction. monday monday monday! will sarah's roof withstand the brutish power of ivan? or will ivan shrink away to the west, unwilling to contest the power of sarah and her rage? we'll just have to wait and see.
in the meantime, back to compulsive email checking. stay tuned.
every gas station within a 10 mile radius of me is out of gas. i've lived in florida my entire life and have never experienced this sort of hysteria ever. all of a sudden, my 3rd floor apartment doesn't feel so safe, and i am slowly being transformed back into a 13 year old who runs to her mommy when things feel real fucked up.
which, at the moment, things do.
and hi, did anyone notice that hooters is expanding their franchise into India? what next? iran? makes me wonder if they can wear the shirts and obscenely revealing shorts and the veil and still be adhering to dress code.
my cynicism is overriding my generally sweet personality.
so i think me and ivan might duke it out this week. it's going to be a battle of wills and construction. monday monday monday! will sarah's roof withstand the brutish power of ivan? or will ivan shrink away to the west, unwilling to contest the power of sarah and her rage? we'll just have to wait and see.
in the meantime, back to compulsive email checking. stay tuned.