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There were some adorable birdies hanging out in the little degenerate tree outside my bedroom window yesterday afternoon as BJ grilled out on the snowy deck and I drank cold bottles of Gelande and avoided the football game him and Aaron put on the television. Aaron is living with us now. It was okay for awhile, I felt like John Ritter in Three’s Company. But I don’t know anymore, man. I mean BJ invited him to come along underwear shopping to Victoria's Secret yesterday. And then we bought him dinner with money we don't have, like usual. And then he took my place on the couch, as usual. Maybe BJ's too nice. Maybe I'm just a bitch.
I'm eatin yr berries
I situated the cat up on the window ledge to check them out, since I notice her doing that in the mornings as I’m dressing. And of course she sat there intolerant, peering down at her feet or around the room obliviously. Everything in her own damn time -- just like her mother.
The house has been so clean. I don't know what else to do with myself anymore.