4.23.2003
 
Ah... Jesus Christ.

Allow me one instance of happiness, and just five minutes later I'm hit with nice (::coughevilcough::) realizations:

People didn't want me to see pictures, and I made them uncomfortable? Damn, I was being an ass and I didn't even know it.

It seems like all my friends are in a bind lately. I hate the near-end of the month. We should all boycott the second-to-last week of each month to protest our treatment by lady luck/ the fates.

I have to start adding cream to my coffee. Right now my stomach feels like it's being scraped away with a spork. Evil evil digestive fluids. My stomach isn't suppose to become weak until college when I tire it out with loads of alcoholic tinctures.

Things are happening in rapid succession, and I haven't been able to keep up all this year. I need the summer to be here already so I can backtrack and settle some affairs.

Came home after a brief stop-over at Mervyn's (they were having a sale, and I'm in desperate need of more (black) shirts), and there was a message on the answering machine. The guy that left the message sounded like he was using pity to get us to use his floor-cleaning services. Either he really does need the job to keep his life afloat (in which case, I'm sorry but the house really doesn't need carpet cleaning... yet) or he's one hell of a persuasive speaker.

Dad thinks he called the wrong number.

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