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Mediocre day. Sob story of the year.
I went to the movies with Josh, after five weeks of planning. Dad drove me to Carousel after work.
I spent a half hour waiting for Josh in front of Hooters.
I spent $8.25 on a bizzare movie that you really have to like S&M to enjoy (feardotcom. What a thrill.)
Josh's aunt, who was supposed to give me a ride home, decided she didn't want to and would drive me as far as the office. Dad had to come pick me up. Meanwhile I waited in the office, alone, reading "Key to Rebecca" a cheesy WWII detective thriller set in Cairo, which I've read about ten times.
We finally get home, and I'm starving, and it turns out that my sister ate half of the pork chop my mom saved for me, cut the rest into tiny pieces, and put it in a tupperware for me to eat later.
I don't feel like making Ramen. I really don't. Maybe I'll eat later. Blah.
And fanfiction.net took out the NC-17 rated stories, and they took out the music groups section. Not that I read it anymore, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Thank God for Isolde and her NsyncAngst site.
Bleak. All is bleak.
I spent a half hour waiting for Josh in front of Hooters.
I spent $8.25 on a bizzare movie that you really have to like S&M to enjoy (feardotcom. What a thrill.)
Josh's aunt, who was supposed to give me a ride home, decided she didn't want to and would drive me as far as the office. Dad had to come pick me up. Meanwhile I waited in the office, alone, reading "Key to Rebecca" a cheesy WWII detective thriller set in Cairo, which I've read about ten times.
We finally get home, and I'm starving, and it turns out that my sister ate half of the pork chop my mom saved for me, cut the rest into tiny pieces, and put it in a tupperware for me to eat later.
I don't feel like making Ramen. I really don't. Maybe I'll eat later. Blah.
And fanfiction.net took out the NC-17 rated stories, and they took out the music groups section. Not that I read it anymore, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Thank God for Isolde and her NsyncAngst site.
Bleak. All is bleak.