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Insurance will cover me! One more thing to check off of the list of "things to verify before leaving"

So... I got into school in Indiana. Now all I need to do is make sure my dad's insurance will cover me when I am in school full time but not living with a parent.

I'm assuming that all hershey's milk chocolate is made the same way, and therefore all their milk chocolate products contain the same base. So why do Krackel bars taste like ass?

I have the best boyfriend ever. He bought me The Sims 3 for when I move out there, and I can play it on his computer.
I'm sure he'll adjust to never seeing me/his computer again

In other news, I am still looking for a job, and am hoping to fly out there for a few days of job hunting fun reasonably soon.

I just applied to my first job in IN. Wish me luck!

And now my second!

Confession: every time I see the name of someone from high school who I didn't like pop up at work, I hope really hard that it's a prescription for valtrex, or maybe penicillin.

psst... my boobs are officially somewhere on the site.

Can I move yet?
I'm done with this place, I want to be with xbradx permanently, I want to have a better paying job and I want to have at the very least some medical insurance on my own, not under my dad because I'm considered disabled.
And yet I can't bring myself to talk to my parents or even my therapist to say "Hey......
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I swear to blog I overheard this conversation today between two guys in my weight training class.
"So I want to send a prank e-mail to professor (insert name here). But from a fake email address. And it'll say, 'Sorry I missed the last 2 classes, my abortion failed and they ripped out my clitoris instead.'"

It made me hurt and also laugh, because if...
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So, several months ago, when the facebook note requiring the poster to post 25 "random" facts about themselves went around, I promised myself I'd do it. Then my mom joined facebook, and I didn't. So now, here are 25 facts about me.

1. I love getting into a car that has been sitting in the sun all day, even when it's 90 degrees out. I...
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Alas, it is time for a new blog.
All I can really think of right now that I care to share with the world is that I hate being called pet names by customers at work. Sweetie, honey, baby (!!! I can't believe someone used that), babe... it's all kind of degrading. And though I thought it was just men, some women have taken to...
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