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So last night was scary. I had a nice dinner with Karl, got home around 8 and watched tv. I was replaying that scene on "Lost" where Arzt or whoever exploded into a million pieces over and over again and laughing really loudly and yelling "haha that's what you get for being a loser, ARZT" when someone just tries to open my door. I know they knew I was in there since I was so loud and explosions were coming from my TV, but I pretended I wasn't there anyway. My cat gets all excited because she thinks someone's coming to finally take her away from my rat's nest of an apartment, so she's rubbing up against the door and like humping it. Then the person starts knocking really softly. I start freaking out a little and look out the peephole and it's this guy in a baseball cap that kind of looks like Britney Spears's white trash boyfriend Cletus the slackjawed yokel. So I freak out a lot because 1) I have nothing better to do 2) Why would they just open the door, find it locked and then knock? and 3) I didn't want him to get me pregnant because he seems really good at that. So I call Dorian and tell him how scared I am to shower so he has me leave the phone on while I'm in there and I bathed myself while yelling to the phone that was sitting on the toilet about my day. Strangely, it did make me feel better. Then I finally calm myself down enough to get into bed, and I fall asleep, only to wake up 1 hour later to 2 tiny ants crawling across my forehead. So I'm definitely spending the weekend in Somerville. Later loser Peachtree Apartments.
Oh but the worst part about the whole month is the news that Veronica Mars and Lost are gonna be on at the same time in the fall. Disaster! But big thanks to the DeNoia family for that awesome tropical dinner Wednesday.
Oh but the worst part about the whole month is the news that Veronica Mars and Lost are gonna be on at the same time in the fall. Disaster! But big thanks to the DeNoia family for that awesome tropical dinner Wednesday.