Drugs Would Be Cheaper

Yet another fangirl raving. Pity the world for having yet another one of those.

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2/24/2003
 
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2/20/2003
 
Ya'll know what I said about my life being boring? Well, I spoke too soon. I discovered last night that my car plates were stolen. I have no clue when or where, all I know is the bastards took my front and back plates, and replaced the back plate with an expired plate. Jeeessus Christ was I pissed about it.

I called and reported last night, and I spent the morning getting new plates for my car. I need to buy bolts to actually put the new plates on and give the stolen plate that was on my car to the police tonight. Joy. Happiness. Bliss.

On happier news, I'm going to London in November for a week! 1. Whheeeee and 2. OmigodhowamIgoingtopayforit.


2/19/2003
 
Holy fuck, I ache. I ache and ache and ache. I also hate snow now. Really I do. I live in a wimpy state on the East Coast, we aren't use to this amount of snow. I survived the snowstorm without too much woe and whining. Was sensible and bought food, booze and amusements before the storm hit. So, shoveling the snow gave me much pain, but I wasn't too bored. I sholved the snow, cooked mightily, I watched my Season 3 Buffy DVDs (so remembering the Mayor-love!) and started on my Season 1 Angel DVDs (Doyle! weeps Damn your addicted ass, Quinn! Couldn't you have kept it together?)

That's about all. My life is boring about now. Going to hear about the job I interviewed for probably next week. Chances are, not my job since it was pegged for somebody else, but I managed not to make a fool of myself during the interview. So, it's all good.


2/10/2003
 
Noooo! No! No! Don't wanna go to the job interview! *digs fingers into the edge of the cube door* Don't wanna! Don't wanna!

Eeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk!


2/7/2003
 
So yes, if everyone I knew jumped off a bridge, I would follow. See.

2/6/2003
 
Hey, look Pam! It's a review of the concert we went to in Chicago! The woman who wrote it must have been standing right beside us, or at least me, because she had her own little touchy-feely sessions with that fucker of a drunk.