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I want to die. Can this miserable, pointless existence end already? -
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Megan's mom e-mailed me today asking to buy my ticket off me. Megan's talked to me before about them talking about and wanting to go to a game together, as a mother/daughter thing. So I know it'd mean a lot to both of them (though, it only matters to me that it means a lot to Megan). But, you know...I've been looking forward to this for a month. ( Read more... ) -
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girls want confidence...of course, they have no problem tearing it down with 'no's...and lots of problems, apparently, with building any with any actual encouragement. -
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A good, fun weekend in Northridge.
Only takes about an hour back in Lompoc for me to be absolutely miserable again. I hate this place. -
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Jesus...the poison has spread a little. There's now a new patch on my hand. Naturally, I'm rather paranoid about it. Afraid the infection will return. Ugh...why won't it go away? -
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If I had to guess, I don't think I'll be able to go into work tomorrow. My left arm is swelled up. Not feeling well at all. -
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A LOL I made has made the front page of ROFLRAZZI, which is part of icanhascheezburger.com.
And for some lame reason, this brings me great pride.
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The local paper easily has a 3-to-1 ratio of op-ed articles/letters to the editor against Obama to articles/letters for Obama. *shakes head*
It may even be greater than 3-to-1. *shakes head more*
Everyday it's an op-ed article or letter to the editor about how bad/wrong Obama is about whatever he's doing.
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I feel alone. I never hear about anyone I know getting shot down. I know people do...just, apparently, no one I know. It's apparently just me. Everyone else just kind of seems to go from relationship to relationship with the greatest of ease, not even trying (then there's the married ones...). And I'm the only one getting shot down time and time ( Read more... )