7.25.2003
 
That's it. After waking up this morning with a wicked stomach ache and somehow finding myself asleep underneath the coffee table (which is pretty impressive since said table is only two-thirds of my height long)... I'm abstaining from eating Cheetos and/or Pringles.

I'll resort to my usual ice-cube munching to relieve nervousness.

It's my maternal grandma's birthday today. We're cooking noodles (for long life), and fat-free birthday cake. Um, yay?

Karen's back! Karen's back! Yeah, happy.

My lil cousin Taylor and aunt are visiting at the moment. Taylor's too damn smart for being only two years old.

There's a massive rain/thunderstorm outside, and I feel like almost getting struck by lightning. Like Doug.

Tyler needs some nice, Exploding Dog happiness. At least, I think that's what's up. Or he's being his Don Quixote self again and helping out one of his four non-fuckhead friends.

Feel like cleaning my room today. And mom did something unforgivable... she changed my sheets so now it's the old (crappy) floral ness.

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