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OK, so heads up, folks. My gift account, which my SG Husband leavemehere gave me runs out in a month. I don't know if I'll be able to stick around because I highly doubt I'll have the money.

So anyway. I've finally seen Natural Born Killers. My mother has always hated this flick. She hates Oliver Stone with a passion anyway. I though it was interesting. I don't want to say 'good'. Just interesting. I also watched Monster that same night so it was a serial killer film fest.

Last night consisted of watching scenes from Desperado and NBK special features.

I have been on a yoga kick. I'm getting all strong and flexible.

I want to go out today. It's pretty. Someone give me money to go buy pretty underwear and some new jeans. I've been wearing the same pair all summer. It's quite sad. My other 3 don't quite fit anymore. It's time to lay them to rest. I would also love some new camisoles and would love to go to Broad Ripple Vintage and go on a T-shirt binge.

I'm a dirty frat boy, on a dirty soccer team. That song's in my head. Even in my dream, I went past a game of volleyball with sweaty mens' in short-shorts and I started singing 'I'm a dirty frat boy, on a dirty volleyball team.'

Anyway...

2004 is a shitty, shitty year, friends...