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I ran into Stormy last night. That was rad and unexpected.

I read Cosmo yesterday and today. That's always weird. I think I found my dream woman in the back, though, in one of those singles phone line ads. She's so pretty. I want to hold her hand and have a picnic at the zoo and look at the zebras with her. She claims to have found her prince charming. Highly doubtful.

I just love press-on nails. Especially the kind with the stupid designs on them. I also like to paint my own, but I'm all out of the ones I like in my size. It's hard to find big long white press-ons that aren't just tips. Tips have that crappy line on them so you can't cover your whole nail. I can't seem to find whole nails that are long enough. I guess short ones are in now days. I did buy some thin brushes at the beauty supply so when I find more nails I can like, paint palm trees on them n stuff. I think if I did end up going to beauty school and being a nail technician that no one would want me to paint fancy designs on their nails. They'd want them to be all short and practical and light pink. I'd like to do other peoples' nails because my left hand is retarded so the nails on my right hand are always sorta crappy.

Wow, way to read my crappy ramblings.

Life.