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some days are longer than others

I am so totally having one of those coming-apart-at-the-seams sorts of days. The house is a mess, my winter clothes are still in boxes and with the threat of jury duty on Monday I have way, way, WAY too much work to do. Oh yeah, and in typical cliched girly fashion, I feel fat. Making that "I feel fucking fat".

And all I really want to do is work on my new life plan. You know, the one that does not involve these stupid deadlines, the Heathers or all the Loud Talkers.

Also, I'm just feeling kind of sad today and I don't know why. (Or, see above)...I should go hang out with O1ivia and Becca but all I really want to do is get things done at the house while I blast Matt Pond PA and maybe, just for kicks, some Jawbreaker (old school!) and then indulge in Top Model and Gossip Girl by my lonesome. I know, I know, one cannot complain about feeling lonely when one sequesters oneself - but that is what one does.

Confusing, much?

12:11 pm - 17.10.07

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