there is a poliiiiice officer at my house. actually 2. cuz we have a skunk somewhere around here.
police people=death. i hate them and their scary guns. so i'm locking myself in the study...updating my lj....and re-reading old entries. oh, how cool i was back then.
i'm tired, i think. i miss lots of people. i've already heard this song a bunch today. i bought the wrong mascara. i work tomorrow. i almost have 100 friends on myspace. i might go to bed now. i love him.
so, last night someone called my cell at 1:31 AM. and it was from a blocked ID. and i remember talking to them because i remember them hanging up and me looking at the phone and seeing the 'blocked ID' thing flashing
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