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Aug. 27th, 2001
That's what i want: Ho Ho's.
Aug. 27th, 2001 05:50 pmAn early entry...prolly the only one for the day until I get some stuff sorted out.
First the days events:
>Here's your Leo horoscope for Monday, August 27th, provided by
>AstroAdvice
>Spend time with youngsters today. You can aid them with difficult projects.
>Do not get angry over trivial matters. Changes are likely to be
>overwhelming.
This horoscope is about three months late.
Ever had iced tea? I mean REALLY iced? As in frozen solid? I did. I leave my cooked tea in the freezer to cool it down real quick. I forgot about it when I went to bed. It's...defrosting...as we speak.
Potatoes NEVER go bad. I found some potatoes in a cool dry place in a plastic bag that have to have been there for months. They were STILL Good! Made some french fries with hem. Tasty.
Huge thunderstorm outside...kept me from going to San Antonio, but really made my day. Happy Jenn. Even makes up of the tea fiasco.
I hate commercials from lawyers who make you think you can get away with a crime. A commercial for a lawyer that has a woman calling her husband about a son who was arrested for DUI. The gist was "This is a great lawyer for overturning these cases!" Another was for income tax evaders. "Are you a non-filer? No problem, we'll take care of you!"
I also hate that stupid Raisin Bran commercial where two twenty-somethings are cramming their faces full of Raisin bran quickly, and desperately while making moaning noises. That kinda stuff grosses me out, and makes me NOT want Raisin Bran. As a matter of fact, the raisins in Raisin Bran already keep me far away from Raisin Bran. this commercial makes me want to run away from slobby twenty-somethings who think Raisin Bran is the god of food. All eight of them.
I've had my identity stolen, back in 1997 - I'm glad they're FINALLY doing something about this on TV.
I've been given some information that bothers me. A lot. It is not the fault of the messenger, nor anyone involved with the messenger. As a matter of fact, I'm so sorry for The Messenger and her friends in the know. However, if The Messenger wishes, I will remove this entry, as it involves her. However, this is all me, and will not relate to The Messenger.
What bothers me is the fact that I have not been able to cure my disfigurement. And there is a very expensive, detailed and extremely expensive long process to it. One that I'm going through to fix it. My disfigurement has led to violence, lost jobs opportunities and even family problems. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. Hurts enough that I've attempted suicide twice over it.
I'm beginning to loathe my situation. My consistent lack of advancement in trying to get myself fixed - the fact that every time I get close, I suffer a massive collapse all around me. I am locked out on all sides, an ant who is blocked by a giant hand for the fun of it. And others merely glide through it.
Several of my friends have fixed their disfigurement. One I know is doing it sometime next year. I'm barely any farther than I was in 1997, and now I'm headed even FARTHER away in defeat. Into the arms of a slow sinister death if I don't get out of there even faster.
I'm on the verge of crying. Not just for me, but for The Messenger, and for the others the news has already affected. I think I'll lie down, now, and watch some TV. Try to use the thunderstorms and the general peace to cleanse me of these painful thoughts. For me and everyone.
I hate 2001.
First the days events:
>Here's your Leo horoscope for Monday, August 27th, provided by
>AstroAdvice
>Spend time with youngsters today. You can aid them with difficult projects.
>Do not get angry over trivial matters. Changes are likely to be
>overwhelming.
This horoscope is about three months late.
Ever had iced tea? I mean REALLY iced? As in frozen solid? I did. I leave my cooked tea in the freezer to cool it down real quick. I forgot about it when I went to bed. It's...defrosting...as we speak.
Potatoes NEVER go bad. I found some potatoes in a cool dry place in a plastic bag that have to have been there for months. They were STILL Good! Made some french fries with hem. Tasty.
Huge thunderstorm outside...kept me from going to San Antonio, but really made my day. Happy Jenn. Even makes up of the tea fiasco.
I hate commercials from lawyers who make you think you can get away with a crime. A commercial for a lawyer that has a woman calling her husband about a son who was arrested for DUI. The gist was "This is a great lawyer for overturning these cases!" Another was for income tax evaders. "Are you a non-filer? No problem, we'll take care of you!"
I also hate that stupid Raisin Bran commercial where two twenty-somethings are cramming their faces full of Raisin bran quickly, and desperately while making moaning noises. That kinda stuff grosses me out, and makes me NOT want Raisin Bran. As a matter of fact, the raisins in Raisin Bran already keep me far away from Raisin Bran. this commercial makes me want to run away from slobby twenty-somethings who think Raisin Bran is the god of food. All eight of them.
I've had my identity stolen, back in 1997 - I'm glad they're FINALLY doing something about this on TV.
I've been given some information that bothers me. A lot. It is not the fault of the messenger, nor anyone involved with the messenger. As a matter of fact, I'm so sorry for The Messenger and her friends in the know. However, if The Messenger wishes, I will remove this entry, as it involves her. However, this is all me, and will not relate to The Messenger.
What bothers me is the fact that I have not been able to cure my disfigurement. And there is a very expensive, detailed and extremely expensive long process to it. One that I'm going through to fix it. My disfigurement has led to violence, lost jobs opportunities and even family problems. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. Hurts enough that I've attempted suicide twice over it.
I'm beginning to loathe my situation. My consistent lack of advancement in trying to get myself fixed - the fact that every time I get close, I suffer a massive collapse all around me. I am locked out on all sides, an ant who is blocked by a giant hand for the fun of it. And others merely glide through it.
Several of my friends have fixed their disfigurement. One I know is doing it sometime next year. I'm barely any farther than I was in 1997, and now I'm headed even FARTHER away in defeat. Into the arms of a slow sinister death if I don't get out of there even faster.
I'm on the verge of crying. Not just for me, but for The Messenger, and for the others the news has already affected. I think I'll lie down, now, and watch some TV. Try to use the thunderstorms and the general peace to cleanse me of these painful thoughts. For me and everyone.
I hate 2001.
That's what i want: Ho Ho's.
Aug. 27th, 2001 05:50 pmAn early entry...prolly the only one for the day until I get some stuff sorted out.
First the days events:
>Here's your Leo horoscope for Monday, August 27th, provided by
>AstroAdvice
>Spend time with youngsters today. You can aid them with difficult projects.
>Do not get angry over trivial matters. Changes are likely to be
>overwhelming.
This horoscope is about three months late.
Ever had iced tea? I mean REALLY iced? As in frozen solid? I did. I leave my cooked tea in the freezer to cool it down real quick. I forgot about it when I went to bed. It's...defrosting...as we speak.
Potatoes NEVER go bad. I found some potatoes in a cool dry place in a plastic bag that have to have been there for months. They were STILL Good! Made some french fries with hem. Tasty.
Huge thunderstorm outside...kept me from going to San Antonio, but really made my day. Happy Jenn. Even makes up of the tea fiasco.
I hate commercials from lawyers who make you think you can get away with a crime. A commercial for a lawyer that has a woman calling her husband about a son who was arrested for DUI. The gist was "This is a great lawyer for overturning these cases!" Another was for income tax evaders. "Are you a non-filer? No problem, we'll take care of you!"
I also hate that stupid Raisin Bran commercial where two twenty-somethings are cramming their faces full of Raisin bran quickly, and desperately while making moaning noises. That kinda stuff grosses me out, and makes me NOT want Raisin Bran. As a matter of fact, the raisins in Raisin Bran already keep me far away from Raisin Bran. this commercial makes me want to run away from slobby twenty-somethings who think Raisin Bran is the god of food. All eight of them.
I've had my identity stolen, back in 1997 - I'm glad they're FINALLY doing something about this on TV.
I've been given some information that bothers me. A lot. It is not the fault of the messenger, nor anyone involved with the messenger. As a matter of fact, I'm so sorry for The Messenger and her friends in the know. However, if The Messenger wishes, I will remove this entry, as it involves her. However, this is all me, and will not relate to The Messenger.
What bothers me is the fact that I have not been able to cure my disfigurement. And there is a very expensive, detailed and extremely expensive long process to it. One that I'm going through to fix it. My disfigurement has led to violence, lost jobs opportunities and even family problems. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. Hurts enough that I've attempted suicide twice over it.
I'm beginning to loathe my situation. My consistent lack of advancement in trying to get myself fixed - the fact that every time I get close, I suffer a massive collapse all around me. I am locked out on all sides, an ant who is blocked by a giant hand for the fun of it. And others merely glide through it.
Several of my friends have fixed their disfigurement. One I know is doing it sometime next year. I'm barely any farther than I was in 1997, and now I'm headed even FARTHER away in defeat. Into the arms of a slow sinister death if I don't get out of there even faster.
I'm on the verge of crying. Not just for me, but for The Messenger, and for the others the news has already affected. I think I'll lie down, now, and watch some TV. Try to use the thunderstorms and the general peace to cleanse me of these painful thoughts. For me and everyone.
I hate 2001.
First the days events:
>Here's your Leo horoscope for Monday, August 27th, provided by
>AstroAdvice
>Spend time with youngsters today. You can aid them with difficult projects.
>Do not get angry over trivial matters. Changes are likely to be
>overwhelming.
This horoscope is about three months late.
Ever had iced tea? I mean REALLY iced? As in frozen solid? I did. I leave my cooked tea in the freezer to cool it down real quick. I forgot about it when I went to bed. It's...defrosting...as we speak.
Potatoes NEVER go bad. I found some potatoes in a cool dry place in a plastic bag that have to have been there for months. They were STILL Good! Made some french fries with hem. Tasty.
Huge thunderstorm outside...kept me from going to San Antonio, but really made my day. Happy Jenn. Even makes up of the tea fiasco.
I hate commercials from lawyers who make you think you can get away with a crime. A commercial for a lawyer that has a woman calling her husband about a son who was arrested for DUI. The gist was "This is a great lawyer for overturning these cases!" Another was for income tax evaders. "Are you a non-filer? No problem, we'll take care of you!"
I also hate that stupid Raisin Bran commercial where two twenty-somethings are cramming their faces full of Raisin bran quickly, and desperately while making moaning noises. That kinda stuff grosses me out, and makes me NOT want Raisin Bran. As a matter of fact, the raisins in Raisin Bran already keep me far away from Raisin Bran. this commercial makes me want to run away from slobby twenty-somethings who think Raisin Bran is the god of food. All eight of them.
I've had my identity stolen, back in 1997 - I'm glad they're FINALLY doing something about this on TV.
I've been given some information that bothers me. A lot. It is not the fault of the messenger, nor anyone involved with the messenger. As a matter of fact, I'm so sorry for The Messenger and her friends in the know. However, if The Messenger wishes, I will remove this entry, as it involves her. However, this is all me, and will not relate to The Messenger.
What bothers me is the fact that I have not been able to cure my disfigurement. And there is a very expensive, detailed and extremely expensive long process to it. One that I'm going through to fix it. My disfigurement has led to violence, lost jobs opportunities and even family problems. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. Hurts enough that I've attempted suicide twice over it.
I'm beginning to loathe my situation. My consistent lack of advancement in trying to get myself fixed - the fact that every time I get close, I suffer a massive collapse all around me. I am locked out on all sides, an ant who is blocked by a giant hand for the fun of it. And others merely glide through it.
Several of my friends have fixed their disfigurement. One I know is doing it sometime next year. I'm barely any farther than I was in 1997, and now I'm headed even FARTHER away in defeat. Into the arms of a slow sinister death if I don't get out of there even faster.
I'm on the verge of crying. Not just for me, but for The Messenger, and for the others the news has already affected. I think I'll lie down, now, and watch some TV. Try to use the thunderstorms and the general peace to cleanse me of these painful thoughts. For me and everyone.
I hate 2001.
