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so we played with the Mooney Suzuki. It was pretty sweet. Hung out with the Bob Saget Squad boys and Moquin.
The thing with Courte is over. I'm pretty bitter. I had high hopes. I thought we got along great, we have the same birthday etc. I lost "hand" once again. I didn't think I acted inappropriately. I even stopped the downward sprial effect that usually occurs when I like someone too much. Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway. Rich girls. Who needs them.
I spent $70 on a pair of jeans today. How very uncommunist of me. I'm a fucking moron. Though I really was in need for a fresh pair that actually fits me.
been going to the batting cages with the Deathhawks. Getting ready for the season. I'm not seeing the ball till it's very close to me though. I need glasses or something. I'm going to talk to Pam (father's girlfriend of 10+ years and an Optomitrist) about getting some sort of baseball goggles.
What other dumb purchase did I make today? Ahh yes the "ProActiv" acne skin care kit perscribed by Dr. Jessica Simpson and Sean "Puffy" Combes. I will deal with this cursed acne once and for all. My skin will be devoid of any impurities I tell you! Devoid! My acne problem will cease to exist and I will stop turning off high maintenence bitches.
what else?
oh yes...
I have a little bit of a "Roommate from Hell" story.
listen to this shit....
So my crazy roommate (Amy) has been living with us for two months. She's the biggest slob in the world. Her room is filled with trash, rotting food, mystery liquids, ect. but anyway, she posts a huge blog about how she has to go to Philadelphia for a week so she can get treatment for her cancer. Something about a surgery with a camera that they stick into your body or whatever. So she tells me (and everyone else) that she's going to be gone for a week or so. She left on a Sunday night and didn't appear again until Thursday afternoon (she posted a bulletin stating "everything went well blah blah I'm in my hotel room right now and will be back in Providence today!") She comes home and has these perscription pills in four different Ziplock bags and on the bag it is written in marker the name of the drug and how many times a day she is supposed to take them ect. One of her friends comes over and Amy tells her that she "Can't show her the stitches because they are under this tape."
I though that was a little strange but didn't think much of it until the upstairs neighbor girl mentioned that someone had been sleeping in the basement. I go down there and notice Amy's laptop, some trash, and in a second room was a little bed on the floor and her TV. What the fuck???? I later talked to my landlord and he said he caught her sleeping down there that Tuesday morning (when supposedly she was in Philly getting cancer treatment). She told my landlord that she was sleeping down there because she got into a fight with Meg and I. This of course is not true. So basically she never went to Philadelphia and lived in the basement without contact from anyone for 4 days. Meg and I then ventured down to her little nest and found a bag of feces. Enough said. She's kicked the hell out of here and we're going to make it a point to let every one of her friends know the story. How fucking insane is that??
The thing with Courte is over. I'm pretty bitter. I had high hopes. I thought we got along great, we have the same birthday etc. I lost "hand" once again. I didn't think I acted inappropriately. I even stopped the downward sprial effect that usually occurs when I like someone too much. Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway. Rich girls. Who needs them.
I spent $70 on a pair of jeans today. How very uncommunist of me. I'm a fucking moron. Though I really was in need for a fresh pair that actually fits me.
been going to the batting cages with the Deathhawks. Getting ready for the season. I'm not seeing the ball till it's very close to me though. I need glasses or something. I'm going to talk to Pam (father's girlfriend of 10+ years and an Optomitrist) about getting some sort of baseball goggles.
What other dumb purchase did I make today? Ahh yes the "ProActiv" acne skin care kit perscribed by Dr. Jessica Simpson and Sean "Puffy" Combes. I will deal with this cursed acne once and for all. My skin will be devoid of any impurities I tell you! Devoid! My acne problem will cease to exist and I will stop turning off high maintenence bitches.
what else?
oh yes...
I have a little bit of a "Roommate from Hell" story.
listen to this shit....
So my crazy roommate (Amy) has been living with us for two months. She's the biggest slob in the world. Her room is filled with trash, rotting food, mystery liquids, ect. but anyway, she posts a huge blog about how she has to go to Philadelphia for a week so she can get treatment for her cancer. Something about a surgery with a camera that they stick into your body or whatever. So she tells me (and everyone else) that she's going to be gone for a week or so. She left on a Sunday night and didn't appear again until Thursday afternoon (she posted a bulletin stating "everything went well blah blah I'm in my hotel room right now and will be back in Providence today!") She comes home and has these perscription pills in four different Ziplock bags and on the bag it is written in marker the name of the drug and how many times a day she is supposed to take them ect. One of her friends comes over and Amy tells her that she "Can't show her the stitches because they are under this tape."
I though that was a little strange but didn't think much of it until the upstairs neighbor girl mentioned that someone had been sleeping in the basement. I go down there and notice Amy's laptop, some trash, and in a second room was a little bed on the floor and her TV. What the fuck???? I later talked to my landlord and he said he caught her sleeping down there that Tuesday morning (when supposedly she was in Philly getting cancer treatment). She told my landlord that she was sleeping down there because she got into a fight with Meg and I. This of course is not true. So basically she never went to Philadelphia and lived in the basement without contact from anyone for 4 days. Meg and I then ventured down to her little nest and found a bag of feces. Enough said. She's kicked the hell out of here and we're going to make it a point to let every one of her friends know the story. How fucking insane is that??