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Feb 22, 2005 19:00

I love getting mail addressed to me specifically, even if it is from a computerized source. It's fun getting like 5 letters a day from different colleges all over the States.

Our praise team's debut is this coming Sunday. I have to sing in front of the entire church, and that's really scaring me. It's not so bad with the rest of the group during practice, but I know I'll mess up in front of like 100 people. So if you aren't doing anything, come see us! And if you are, come anyway.

Somebody shooooooot me. My job is really stressing me out right now... or future job, anyway. Maybe. I don't even know if I want to work there anymore. It's crazy, I just wanted like a desk job answering phones and such, and they want me to do like everything ever imaginable in a dentist's office. Plus, for now, they can't pay me. I can't afford to take off a day a week and miss tennis practices for a job that brings me nothing in return... Mrs. Brown would hate me and never take me to the tournaments, just like she's doing to me this Friday.

Maybe I really will run away to Booker T with Foster.
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