the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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1:13 p.m. + 2003-11-11 = i'm back from the dead, though having second thoughts about resurrection.
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this moment is the first i've been out of bed and house since sunday morning... I wish disease and my need to lie in bed had coincided... then i wouldn't have missed so much class, and be in the OMG-do-you-know-how-fucked-i-am? state of mind. no worries, though... i got a payraise. and more hours at the co-op coming to me... and i'm giving serious thought to dropping british women writers before it shows as a C or D on my transcript (she could never give me an F, though I probably deserve it.)... which would make me drop my women studies major and make me wonder why the hell i am blessed with exquisite analytical, post-po-mo tongue and pen... i honestly should have been born a multi-millionaire... i think "leisurist" is my ideal occupation.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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