5.30.2003
 
This entire week has been off. I've been losing all self control (and not in the "my girlfriend has a pierced tongue sort of way" a la Willow) (except... ew, a girlfriend?) and half of that nice peach-tart in the fridge was consumed by me.

Over eating's a bitch. Now I feel sleepy again.

So the counters are finally installed, but the kitchen still smells slightly of that adhesive they used. Yesterday we had a plumber come over to install the water works on the new sink... and holy hell the man was hot. He looked like a cuter version of Mr. Born from school. Damn.

I haven't been on AIM in the longest time. I need to talk to people online because I need someone to talk to and stuff... yes.

But I can't get in touch with anyone today since I'll be out in the effing sun for FIVE FRIGGIN' HOURS with sis waiting for the Good Charlotte concert to start. Man... there's gonna be so many annoying people there ever since the band got bigger. Grrr.

We're packing fans, sun block, a deck of cards, and a cd player. Yeppers.

Today will definitely be bad.

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