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Hello all. I just tried looking up a vin number and was unsuccessful (seems I wrote it down wrong,) and then tried to sign up for classes online and was unsuccessful once again. There is always tomorrow. I went dancing last night. I like getting lost in the whirlwind of my own movements. My friend who accompanied me didn't feel good, unfortunately, and we had to leave pretty early. And I was apparently drawing a crowd, too. (Shucks.) I hope I don't look too out of my head when I dance. But then again, I hope I do. We then ventured off to the porn store and spent an hour there just talking to the girl who works there and looking at stuff. We've become quite familiar there, haha. I ended up buying a magazine w/ this insanely hot girl on the cover, but I wish I wouldn't have wasted my money. When you buy such a famous (or should I say infamous?) mag as Hustler, there's bound to be more ads and articles than pictures. It's best to stick w/ the lesser knowns.
Pistacchio ice cream is really yummy. It was brutally cold out today. But it was actually a nice relief from our dry, heated house. My skin feels like....hm....actually, I can't think of anything. Maybe construction paper? Dry and a little rough. But yeah, it's uncomfortable. But it's better to have dry skin from a warm house than be wet and chilled to the bone from the lack of a house. Got to keep things in perspective. I really do complain more than I should, and definately more than i count my blessings. It's the American way, or something like that. I need to stop watching trash on tv and buying magazines. I'm getting pop culture sickness. But I can't stop! I need to know how much more interesting celebrity lives are than mine! Actually, this "need" is just a want, but yeah. I like to exaggerate.
Anyway...um....ok, bye.