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Quick update. Shrink was good. I feel so goddamned sane lately. That's not to say I feel like a totally rational human being, or perfect. But I have moods, and they don't run my life, but I have them. And I'm glad to have them because people have moods, and I've had periods in my life where I either didn't have them, or they ran totally rampant. So I appreciate them for what they are now. I got my own personal copy of Watchmen for 10% off the cover price, along with an issue of Tank Girl. The guy in the comic book store liked me. I'm really enjoying Watchmen. It's a good follow up to American Gods. I've tried getting into a Kundera novel and also a collection of MLK sermons, but neither quite fit my mood. This does quite nicely.
My beautiful passionate amazing etc girlfriend will be here in under 36 hours. And she'll be moving rooms at school first. Keep in mind she just got back today from South America. Thank dog they stayed in Central Time and she won't have to deal with jet lag on top of it all.
My mom has taken to calling our dog "Schmoopie Spice." Schmoopie is from a Seinfeld episode, and apparently the unholy cross of names came about at 2 am today, according to my stepfather. Mom and I went back and forth on names for the dogs...I won't share here, because they all relate to rather unpleasant habits (at least the funny ones do), but just so you have sympathy for what Holly will be dealing with. Not just me and my crazy sense of humor, but the people who made me what I am today ::collective shudder::
My beautiful passionate amazing etc girlfriend will be here in under 36 hours. And she'll be moving rooms at school first. Keep in mind she just got back today from South America. Thank dog they stayed in Central Time and she won't have to deal with jet lag on top of it all.
My mom has taken to calling our dog "Schmoopie Spice." Schmoopie is from a Seinfeld episode, and apparently the unholy cross of names came about at 2 am today, according to my stepfather. Mom and I went back and forth on names for the dogs...I won't share here, because they all relate to rather unpleasant habits (at least the funny ones do), but just so you have sympathy for what Holly will be dealing with. Not just me and my crazy sense of humor, but the people who made me what I am today ::collective shudder::
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but don't expect me to answer, yo. heh.
we used to call sex *cereal* so that we could talk about it in public.
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my nana refers to "hanky-panky" as "going to the boatraces." remind me to tell you that story sometime, sar.
anyways. should write paper. bad amelia, bad.
xox - a.
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now i feel like being inventive...
stay tuned...
but, for now:
cereal=sex
joey=hicky
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Hah!
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::pulls out hair::
nu-uh you did not. mmmmmmoist. pppanties. wwwet.
ack. ew. blah. i feel itchy.
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ew. ew ew ew.
don't ever mention a prepubescent girl with moist panties again, or i will never talk to you!
::icky::
me!