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This morning I tried to get ready for work, but during my shower I blacked out. Everything pretty much went down hill from there. I've been sick since Thursday, but it really started hitting me today. Aside from my dizzy spells, blacking out, and sneeze fits, I feel fine. I got to sit on the couch all day watching tv and getting most of my homework for the week done.
I also got to complain to a lot of people and I realized that they all pretty much care about me, a lot. :)
Gary Colemen is doing a commercial for a loan company. Ha! That's silly.
"Although the interest is high, the monthly payments are low."
Which translates into -
"You will owe us money for the rest of your life."
This weekend I discovered that my life would be complete if I had the following:
1) A little pink pistol that I will call Lola.
2) A big dog named Marf.
3) A mariachi band that will follow me around, every-freakin-where.
4) Oh, and I have to be a rich Jew.
That's all, really.
Two posts into the new journal and I'm already posting stupid shit. Congratulations, Ali, you can't stick with anything!
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
I also got to complain to a lot of people and I realized that they all pretty much care about me, a lot. :)
Gary Colemen is doing a commercial for a loan company. Ha! That's silly.
"Although the interest is high, the monthly payments are low."
Which translates into -
"You will owe us money for the rest of your life."
This weekend I discovered that my life would be complete if I had the following:
1) A little pink pistol that I will call Lola.
2) A big dog named Marf.
3) A mariachi band that will follow me around, every-freakin-where.
4) Oh, and I have to be a rich Jew.
That's all, really.
Two posts into the new journal and I'm already posting stupid shit. Congratulations, Ali, you can't stick with anything!
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.