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my aunt has invited me over for dinner the past two weekends. she is worried that i'm not doing ok here by myself. she thinks i don't eat. neither of these things are true. and she's a great cook, so i have no problem going over there. but she always tries to overfeed me and when i don't eat it, she makes me take it anyway in a 'doggie bag.'

the contents of this week's doggie bag:

green grapes, red grapes, watermelon, canteloupe, cracker jacks, crab cakes, jamaican jerk shrimp, diet coke.

not that any of it is stuff i won't eat. i just didn't want it ALL AT ONCE. but it rhymes. i realized this as i was out running, when i always get part of a song stuck in my head. i was trying to remember everything, and it started chanting itself to me. realllllly annoying.

there is a playground across the street from my apartment and i've always wanted to go on the swings. today there were hardly any kids there, so i went and didn't feel like a big weirdo. it was fun. and i never noticed that it's a good way to work your abs!

man i'm a dork.

at least i am being somewhat productive today. i called the Nevada state board of cosmetology and they told me what i have to do to transfer my license, and i called my car insurance company and they told me what to do also. now i have to go get a money order.

and i heard from a friend of mine who i haven't seen in three years. that made me really happy. i had thought she didn't like me anymore.