the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:50 p.m. + 2004-08-05 = just me and minneapolis now.
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i've received several random friendster messages out-of-the-bluely. i'm not sure [on a scale of 1-10, 1 being "neglected suburban housewife shamelessly hitting on hubbies co-workers at some company picnic, drunkenly... in front of the children." and 10 being "that story about me and stuffed toy platypus that only riina, tim and myself know" [trust me, it's v. dodgy...]] how pathetic it is that i'm feeling tremendously validated by friendstering.
p.s. andymonkey leaves for medschool in milwaukee tomorrow.
[and then there was one.]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
