the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:04 p.m. + 2003-08-02 = drumrolls, tack.
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there was dialing and answering and whittering. it was absolutely fantastic and it made my night... which ended at 4.30am after nearly finishing sideA of tape1. now, two tapes are complete, i have my interview at the Co-op bakery/deli on wednesday... (girls, girls... let's put our shoes in.) life seems good and i seem to be hopeful.
although tape3 should be made, i have no time. plus, it is probably too much (but you know me and limbs.) still, i'll wait with it. and once october 1st rolls around, i will have just sent off another tape with the theme suggested by the needle in a haystack.
well, i'm off to the lake cabin until my interview on wednesday.
also, i can't wipe this stupid smile off my face. i think i'll be able to handle mormor, morfar och hela familjen at the cabin, especially since i've been placed on cloud 3 (not quite 9, but definitely not detestable cloud 1).
i really do function better with less sleep. if only insomnia weren't so bloody boring...
tah luvs, fo' now, fo' shizz.
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