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It's late, I'm tired, I'm not going to write any more of this disgraceful essay. I should be shot for writing so badly.
Other news:
The Princeton Review lady is really cool. She reminds me of Julie Andrews, which is just fantastic. Just a spoonful of sugar makes the analogies go down, in the most delightful way,
I'm sick (again) and had an icky blood test yesterday. Mono? I doubt it.
Monica claims that storing clean dishes in the dishwasher is part of her cultural heritage, yet thinks I'm weird because I wear my watch on my right wrist.
I watched St. Elmo's Fire. I am in awe of the 80's.. so much mullet and saxophone rock and tapered jeans and old school Georgetown sweatshirts. It was sort of enlightening, and I want to watch it again.
I have a really intense desire to have children so I can feel needed. That must be unethical.
I love Steve (!!!) and he's moving today. I can't wait to see the new apartment, which, apparently, has a lovely view. I'm reminded of that priceless Fawlty Towers episode when the deaf woman complains about the lack of view, small bathtub, etc. It's called "Communications Problems", and you should all watch it.
I really love Steve (!!!) and I'll see him in.. a week. I hope I'm feeling better by then. I'm so excited about this trip-- we'll have more time, money, and privacy than usual. I meant to write a long entry about the state of things with him, but I'm too tired, so I'll spare you all the torture of reading one. Still, he's pretty rare and amazing, isn't he?
Other news:
The Princeton Review lady is really cool. She reminds me of Julie Andrews, which is just fantastic. Just a spoonful of sugar makes the analogies go down, in the most delightful way,
I'm sick (again) and had an icky blood test yesterday. Mono? I doubt it.
Monica claims that storing clean dishes in the dishwasher is part of her cultural heritage, yet thinks I'm weird because I wear my watch on my right wrist.
I watched St. Elmo's Fire. I am in awe of the 80's.. so much mullet and saxophone rock and tapered jeans and old school Georgetown sweatshirts. It was sort of enlightening, and I want to watch it again.
I have a really intense desire to have children so I can feel needed. That must be unethical.
I love Steve (!!!) and he's moving today. I can't wait to see the new apartment, which, apparently, has a lovely view. I'm reminded of that priceless Fawlty Towers episode when the deaf woman complains about the lack of view, small bathtub, etc. It's called "Communications Problems", and you should all watch it.
I really love Steve (!!!) and I'll see him in.. a week. I hope I'm feeling better by then. I'm so excited about this trip-- we'll have more time, money, and privacy than usual. I meant to write a long entry about the state of things with him, but I'm too tired, so I'll spare you all the torture of reading one. Still, he's pretty rare and amazing, isn't he?