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2002-12-16
gah, ive been waiting for an email all weekend. and dammit ive havent gotten it yet. that drives me crazy. so how was my weekend. much fucking better than the rest of my week that's for sure. *sighs* friday night i drove the the 6 inch layer of rain, slush and snow to my dad's house so josh could take me out to dinner. the lucky bastard found $40 bucks and took me out. his ugly, snaggle-toothed boyfriend broke up with him via email so we decided to go be bitches for a little while. then erica joined us at my dad's and we sat around drinking for a bit and the like. josh left before my dad got home from work and erica, my dad and i sat around and shot the shit for hours and hours. i decided to spend the night there, again, because of the nastiness outside. on saturday, i went to kmart and picked up my dad's christmas gift and took it back to my place. also, waiting for me at the rental office was the painting that i ordered for my grandma to give to me for christmas. that means i get to drag it to hooterville so my grandma can wrap it and i can haul it back. *shakes head* whatever. anyway. so i also decided i wanted to run to the world market in carmel. i dont know why i decided that. but i did. and it was a mistake. now the thing about carmel is that they are all mostly very wealthy, only it doesn't matter because they are all still crazy and illiterate. sure, they all live in $500,000 homes but all their furniture comes from kittle's. it doesn't make sense. this is what happens when a whole bunch of nouveau riche get together. their homes have brick on the front and siding on the back, their books match their decor, and they add extraneous e's to words like, "shop" "point" and "town." it really is ridiculous, i couldn't make this stuff up. but the point is, on saturday, in carmel, indiana, 2 weeks before that god-awful holiday known as christmas, i was damn near run over by every make, model and year of SUV and luxury sedan. and that was while i was still in my car. i dont want to talk about what nearly happened to me as a pedestrian. but i lived. i got my wee packets of nutella and etc for my dad's stocking and made it to the target without many outward scars. note to self though, next weekend, stay inside. i also made fudge, went shopping with erica, wrapped some presents, and stood in line at the ghettobills and bought some diet coke. sunday, i did laundry, bought some more books, had dinner and went grocery shopping with my dad. tomorrow, the world.
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