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GAH. I have a headache. Our bathroom is pretty gross, I need to finish cleaning this whole awful, tiny apartment. I am ready to move on. January marks the end of our year lease, and we go month-to-month. Fantastic! I can't keep myself from checking rental listings on Craigslist, even though we won't be able to get anything I happen across right now.

I do that with jobs, too, though. I'm surprised I haven't been looking in the personals to upgrade boyfriends. Har har har. I've got a keeper, and will not let him go. Even if he continues to ignore me for his new cell phone. (He bought the LG Chocolate yesterday. Granted, it is a pretty gorgeous phone.)

Paid some parking tickets today. Going to the office to do that is, indeed, quite a pain. I just fucking HATE waiting in line, I suppose.

I've been feeling better about how I look lately. Don't know where it came from. Just have not been feelin' so grotesque lately. I am a loser, I know, it's like I'm the sad pathetic, pity party girl in high school. I've got some emotional-type baggage. BLAH LAME LAME LOSER STOP WHINING JUST LIKE YOURSELF LOSER. Yeah.

I want my boyfriend to make me feel beautiful. Is that asking too much? Perhaps. I know he loves me like crazy, and he totally makes me feel awesome when he drops a surprise compliment... I shouldn't complain. He's my best friend. I'm not complaining.

I am sweating! Ok, ok. Back to my housekeeping duties. He brings home the bacon, I clean house. Sometimes. Occasionally. RIGHT. Rarely. Poop.