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Still on vacation. Pretty lame. Ready to be home. Ready to be with friends. Miss Ryan and Jasmine. Even kinda miss work a little bit. Jude is doing so many cool things now...sitting up on his own...trying to stand...crawling. It's weird that I had a child almost nine months ago. It's weird to think that just a few years ago I was just hanging out. I had no responsibilities. It's weird that friends aren't really friends anymore. It makes me sad. Why can't I express that? Where'd all that go? Where did time go? Hmm.
Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. It was pretty awesome. There were some definitely brutal parts. It makes me sad to see footage of dead/almost dead children. Bones hanging out of flesh. Faces burned by Napalm. Sad. Really sad. But, it was truthful. I like truth. I like to hear the truth. Sometimes.
Got some nice NARS make-up today. The names of their products are so great. I have a rouge called "Orgasm". YES! YES! YES!
Joining the Y when I get home. Hope to get in shape. Hope to not cut my hair. Hope to be the Dita Von Teese of the south. Then Marilyn Manson will want to be my boyfriend, but we will not date. I will only let him buy me nice things and touch my boobs. That's the kind of relationship we will have. Boobs not bombs.
Tomorrow, I will be home. Late. After midnight late. You know what it means if someone calls you after 10 pm? Booty call. Random. Mindless. Bored. I wonder if the new Lucky is at my house, yet. Hmm. Bills to pay when I get back. No money until Wednesday. Maybe good tips this week.
Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. It was pretty awesome. There were some definitely brutal parts. It makes me sad to see footage of dead/almost dead children. Bones hanging out of flesh. Faces burned by Napalm. Sad. Really sad. But, it was truthful. I like truth. I like to hear the truth. Sometimes.
Got some nice NARS make-up today. The names of their products are so great. I have a rouge called "Orgasm". YES! YES! YES!
Joining the Y when I get home. Hope to get in shape. Hope to not cut my hair. Hope to be the Dita Von Teese of the south. Then Marilyn Manson will want to be my boyfriend, but we will not date. I will only let him buy me nice things and touch my boobs. That's the kind of relationship we will have. Boobs not bombs.
Tomorrow, I will be home. Late. After midnight late. You know what it means if someone calls you after 10 pm? Booty call. Random. Mindless. Bored. I wonder if the new Lucky is at my house, yet. Hmm. Bills to pay when I get back. No money until Wednesday. Maybe good tips this week.