just a little miserable.

and certain things do not escape restless minds.

i guess i'm getting married, i think.

hey! please!

is there anyone that can drop neil and i off at the airport saturday morning? anyone, anyone at all? i'll bake you cookies, or make you food, or make you a damn good hot sandwich with chips and salsa.

seriously.

i need some fat to shift from my boobs to my butt.

ouch.

so someone rammed into my scooter. TWICE. with a big, white van. and didn't leave behind anything. and broke my entire front panel, and my headlight. and that was only on the left side of the scooter. and i'm too scared to even check the side they hit.

gives me another whole fucking reason to HATE new years.

ANYONE WANT TO GO ICE SKATING AT SEATTLE CENTER TONIGHT?!?!?!

5PM.

Call for details.

nevermind. the rink is about the size of my bathroom.

what if my entire diet consisted of tea and cigarettes?

i hate the holidays.

A Different Kind Of Company. A Different Kind Of Kethy.

bwahahahaha. funny.

kudos, guys.

on another note,

where the fuck did everyone go???

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i hate being sick.

my job is damn sweet. my bosses like taking all of us out to lunch frequently and getting coffee, and lunching with our clients and/or vendors.

also, kurry kingbuck's kurry factory might have a happy hour coming soon, haha.

lunch again on friday. probably tomorrow, too.

i want my helmet to come in the mail.

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