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I woke up this morning with Tiger stretched out next to me. He never curls up on my bed anymore. I was like, who are you and what have you done to Tiger? So then I start petting him and he's PURRING! I was like what the fuck?! lol. (btw, tiger has attitude problems and he loves to be left alone, so that's why I'm freaking.)
Watched the race last night. Kasey finished 6th I believe. eh. no interview after the race.
played tennis with my gramps yesterday. he beat me, only cuz my serving sucks. It's like, by the last couple of games, I've got the serve down, but then I'm already losing by too much to make up my mistakes. thank god I do this for fun. Cuz I'd so not be able to go to the us open. haha.
I think today I'm going to either the ghetto wal-mart or Target. My mom has to get gifts for the twins, their birthday is the 13th. I'm just going...cuz, well, there's shopping involved. shallow. yes. I'm shallow.
haha. I just realized, except for the tiger thing, this post was pointless. I guess I just wanted to type.
actually...right now. I'd like to be in his arms. with his hand slowly rubbing my back. and bury my head in his shirt and take in his Axe scent. And then look up into his eyes and know, without words, that he loves me. Remember Friday, September 9th, as the night. :)
Watched the race last night. Kasey finished 6th I believe. eh. no interview after the race.
played tennis with my gramps yesterday. he beat me, only cuz my serving sucks. It's like, by the last couple of games, I've got the serve down, but then I'm already losing by too much to make up my mistakes. thank god I do this for fun. Cuz I'd so not be able to go to the us open. haha.
I think today I'm going to either the ghetto wal-mart or Target. My mom has to get gifts for the twins, their birthday is the 13th. I'm just going...cuz, well, there's shopping involved. shallow. yes. I'm shallow.
haha. I just realized, except for the tiger thing, this post was pointless. I guess I just wanted to type.
actually...right now. I'd like to be in his arms. with his hand slowly rubbing my back. and bury my head in his shirt and take in his Axe scent. And then look up into his eyes and know, without words, that he loves me. Remember Friday, September 9th, as the night. :)