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2002-12-05
god. ok. joke's over, for real. i keep doing weird shit today. i dont know what my deal is. i guess i hope that perhaps tomorrow i wont do weird shit all day. hmmmm.... don't forsee that. tomorrow is friday. that's a good thing, i suppose. i should probably get around to paying my cell phone bill. and call that dude about my car insurance. i dont know. it would cost my dad $30 bucks for me to go off the policy. on the other hand, it would cost me $30 bucks to stay on the plan. swell. the man does pay for my laundry and takes care of my cat, although i would gladly take fuzzy if i didn't live in the apartment from hell. $500 pet deposit, my ass. and the kicker is that they keep like 200 of it. as if the pet makes more of a mess than i do. i dont think a 10 year old cat is going to make $200 dollars worth of a mess. and straight up, you know what, we dont even have a toilet that works right. ours is still leaking. grrrr. i decided to get my mom a kitten for christmas. yay me. poor kitten. but the woman needs a pet so maybe she'll stop doting on me. i hope this ploy will work. i dont like this spiral of craziness she's got going on. i mean, she's got some crazy shit going on. the way she talks now, it's like she knows everything, she's always right, she has always been right. it's very unbecoming. this is my genetic background. can't you see, im doomed? i put myself back on level 2 of the eliptical machine today. i was on level 2 before the stomach thing i had like a month ago. i finally worked my way back up. at some point, i would like to remember to go to half price books and grab some old magazines. i love the work out cd and all (if you walk to ryan adam's 'firecracker,' you'd be walking exactly 4 mph) but i need something to read staring at the clock or the calorie counter isnt a very productive way of spending the 30 minutes i am on the machine. oh sweet baby jesus in his high chair, i still have an hour left. *whimpers*
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