the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:11 p.m. + 2003-09-20 = digital camera frustration.
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and i am just crabby to begin with... woke up far too early after stumbling home far too late after a nightcap turned into a monthcap. there was cause for celebration; amanda has made homecoming court (therefor, by association, i've made homecoming court.) i start a campaign for her victory tomorrow or monday; i have my ticket to san fran, to sweetsweet happiness; it was my last night of staying out late and painting town red for next week or so as i have to be baking everyday.
upon arriving at home, i watched Perfect Strangers and Head of the Class from 3am until 4... next thing i know i'm shredding potatoes for morning breakfast and eating the last slice of sweet and sour rye-buckwheat bread which wasn't as sweet as i had hoped it would be... next time i'll use honey instead of barley malt syrup and butter i st f oil.
ugh. WHERE'S THE DISKDRIVE!?!? fuckers. the lot of them.
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