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[trudy_barnes]

How out of whack is my life when the vending machine is on my list of "things that make me afraid"? After yet another trip and that same queasy anxious feeling, I realized that something was wrong. You put your money in--praying the machine will take it. You select your choice. And then you stand there for 5 or so seconds that feel like forever

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ME, the other roommate

[anonymous]

It looks like the gods took pity on your poor soul by sending that poor crippled angel. Or maybe it was good ol' Satan. Who knows. Either way, someone out there likes you, other than me! So don't worry. Be hoppy.

The Unofficial (thus non-paying) roommate - THE ONLY ONE

[anonymous]

:( Lo siento chica about the sickness...esp if it came from sharing drinks Friday night, ugh. I'd call but it's too late, but what about a date with some chicken soup?

And that crippled angel rox! Those stupid machines are always too damn heavy to tilt, least without fear of being crushed.