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I'm not really in the mood to write-write...so I'll make a list and then end with peekchurz.
Gloriously hungover right now.
I know I said I was waiting until my party to drink again. But it was the 4th.
I'm not drinking when I go out anymore.
I could possibly have a problem.
A lot of yummy was at the bar last night.
I still didn't get a number or give mine out.
I really don't want to be single.
I still want to go off on Cliff.
But I still feel hopeless about maybe he'll get smart and come back.
I sort of wish it would rain.
I still have a lot of packing to do.
And I mean a lot.
No one has offered to help me move.
I guess the movers can load and unload everything.
I can't wait until my prints from VonGeek are here so I can frame them
I bought my paint for my bedroom yesterday. I was going to paint today. But I'm hungover.
I'll resume apartment stuff tomorrow...
I still want to throw a lot of stuff out.
I don't know how all of my furniture is going to fit in my new apartment.
My cable just went out...again. Fuck Comcast.
Marley is the most precious thing in the world.
I'm very behind on my weightloss.
I decided to stop giving a shit about the people who are choosing to no longer be in my life.
I have friends who live in other states who are worlds better than the ones I have here.
I really need a job...and I'm not sure why no one will hire me or return my calls when I try to follow-up on my application.
My adviser at school also won't call me back so I can do my stupid mentor session to get the holds off my account so I can register for fall classes.
I really want to get some piercings.
Cheeks.
Teardrop.
And a dermal in the center of my collar bone.
I'm beyond pissed off that I still don't have my set.