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entertain me. may hte obscure john hampson references live on forever...
also, i try to buy fruit at the store because it has lots of vitamins and they say you should eat it, but it never fails that i can't stop myself from buying 8 peaches, 2 bananas and an avocado and then they sit on the counter, turn brown and rot. and also, fruit here tastes like cardboard compared to fruit in california even if it has the little "california peaches" sticker on it.
i have to call audrey...she and scott made plans for me to hang out at the beach with her today, but i am afriad to get on the parkway, so i am procrastinating...and my stomach is making some of the strangest sounds i have ever heard it make in all my life...it's probably the "california" peaches. ugh.
also, i need a haircut worse than "cousin it". what is with my neurosis about making hair appointments? i would rather have a root canal. you know what it is? the girls at hair salons are so f-ing bitchy and snotty. i always feel like they're thinking "poor hideous creature. she needs so much more than a haircut..." and being all catty and high-school in the back while they're mixing the color. i hate that. i miss julie.
entertain me. may hte obscure john hampson references live on forever...
also, i try to buy fruit at the store because it has lots of vitamins and they say you should eat it, but it never fails that i can't stop myself from buying 8 peaches, 2 bananas and an avocado and then they sit on the counter, turn brown and rot. and also, fruit here tastes like cardboard compared to fruit in california even if it has the little "california peaches" sticker on it.
i have to call audrey...she and scott made plans for me to hang out at the beach with her today, but i am afriad to get on the parkway, so i am procrastinating...and my stomach is making some of the strangest sounds i have ever heard it make in all my life...it's probably the "california" peaches. ugh.
also, i need a haircut worse than "cousin it". what is with my neurosis about making hair appointments? i would rather have a root canal. you know what it is? the girls at hair salons are so f-ing bitchy and snotty. i always feel like they're thinking "poor hideous creature. she needs so much more than a haircut..." and being all catty and high-school in the back while they're mixing the color. i hate that. i miss julie.