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shopping

tomorrow I am going shopping for wedding clothes. ugh. I am so NOT in the mood. it's because I have challenged self-esteem at the minute. it's just not as high as it could be. I also have a fucking million things to do today, and work. I gotta work. I hate my job. it's so reprehensibly and unforgivably dull. you just don't know. I just realized that blogger has spell check. isn't that a tasty cake wrapped in a sell by date never expires, wrapper. alright... I'm going to my car now. shit. shit. shit. shit. mother fuck. shit. I know it's drenched. for the love of god. speaking of god, pat robertson was kicked off the christian counsel he's been a member of for 30-years because of his comments about Israel's ariel sharon and Venezuela's Ceaser Chavez. pat's losing it. I just can't wait until we catch him with his pants down, and his cock inside some inapropriate beaver. oh, happy day!!! I know it's coming. I can feel it.

ok....

it was an s.b.d rain. I just know it. I'm procrastinating... like my friend, write procrastinator . I do not want to deal with the car and its moisture agida this morning. (ps) writeboy has a shop, too, mousepads, t-shirts, check it out, funny ass writing-isms.

lips

I worry that my lips might be too meaty. I never want to be that lippy chick. it fucking rained last night and nobody fucking told me! I didn't put my fucking tarp on. god, I'm so fucking mad --- I am TERRIFIED to go to the vessel. she's probably floating in her own water. omg. and mold. I am deathly allergic to mold. all I need is to drive around in a fucking allergen. fuck.fuck.mother.fuck.