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You know, this whole journal thing has been going so well; I feel that my previous entries have all been quite fun and entertaining, but I just don't have anything to say tonight. Imagine that! Me speechless. . . that is a first. Not that I'm outspoken or anything. I'm usually quite quiet. Oye, say that one fast 10 times. Quite quiet quite quiet quite quiet. . .that's a tongue twister.
Today was a nearly eventful day. I have a job interview on Monday! I'm excited. The best part is that it's at Anca's work, which would be awesome if I could work with her! We'd have a little too much fun I think. And it's right down the street from my dad's work, so he and I could go out to eat every now and then. That would be fun. I'm excited! But mainly so because I might not be poor anymore!!!!
Oh dear, why can't I think of anything else to write? Is my life so absolutely boring??? I guess so. I really wanted to come up with something incredible to write today, but I guess that just isn't going to happen. Maybe I need to stop writing my entries after midnight; it seems that my brain hits the autodrive when the clock strikes twelve. So I will end our miserable torture, and conclude this day's pathetic excuse of a journal entry with a quote. Good night.
Quote of the day, said to Joe by me:
"I think I'm horny for you." (not meant the way you think it is)
Today was a nearly eventful day. I have a job interview on Monday! I'm excited. The best part is that it's at Anca's work, which would be awesome if I could work with her! We'd have a little too much fun I think. And it's right down the street from my dad's work, so he and I could go out to eat every now and then. That would be fun. I'm excited! But mainly so because I might not be poor anymore!!!!
Oh dear, why can't I think of anything else to write? Is my life so absolutely boring??? I guess so. I really wanted to come up with something incredible to write today, but I guess that just isn't going to happen. Maybe I need to stop writing my entries after midnight; it seems that my brain hits the autodrive when the clock strikes twelve. So I will end our miserable torture, and conclude this day's pathetic excuse of a journal entry with a quote. Good night.
Quote of the day, said to Joe by me:
"I think I'm horny for you." (not meant the way you think it is)