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I've discovered what's causing the stomach aches. Stupid of me not to put two and two together in the first place. But I think now that I know what the cause is (it's all psychological), I think it'll stop.

And now, because I'm bored:

FIRSTS

-First car: white plymouth colt named Maude (Harold and Maude)

-First real kiss: with a dumbass who slobbered all over my face

-First real Break Up: I'd have to have one of the following to have one of these

-First real bf/gf: n/a

-First screen name: onebillionandtwo

-First self purchased album: something by the Crash Test Dummies, which I immediately sold back after listening to

-First funeral: just because they're dropping like flies doesn't mean I have to go to their fucking funerals

-First pets: it's raining cats and dogs!

-First credit card: age 19 - got it because of the time I ran out of money and couldn't afford to buy food

-First true love: that's funny

-First enemy: first and only, but he's dead, so does he still count?

-First big trip: flying to San Francisco when I was little - I remember flying over the Rockies, and riding on trolley cars, and sneaking a huge bag of candy into the movie theatre when we went to see Dick Tracey.

-First music you remember hearing: Mozart was playing on the record player while I was born, but I guess that doesn't count since I don't remember. So it would have to be that song Poisoning Pigeons In the Park.

LASTS


-Last kiss: a couple of weeks ago

-Last good cry: a couple of days ago

-Last book bought: Strange Abominable Snowmen by Warren Smith

-Last beverage drank: tea

-Last food consumed: protein shake

-Last crush: Never again am I going to go out with someone solely because I'm physically attracted to them

-Last shoes worn: warm black boots with which I could kick your ass

-Last item bought: tea and cheesecake at the coffee shop

-Last annoyance: on-going: not being able to find a job. most recent: having someone show up un-announced and give me a stomach ache

-Last time wanting to die: suicide requires way too much effort and planning. I'm lazy. (ok, you really want to know? no matter how I portray myself, I am optimistic about certain things, and I have faith - yes, faith, but not the religious kind - that things will always work out. so what's the point of killing myself?)

-Last time you laughed till you cried: maybe a few weeks ago?

-Last time scolded: the last time I talked to my mother