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10.07.2004

Come on! Just jump on the bandwagon!

Well, Well, Well. It's got me.

I find as I read the posts, and blogs of people I know, and people that I would like to get to know that this whole situation could be incredibly soothing. It's like airing my dirty laundry, my thoughts that border on lunacy and my sometimes obnoxious opinions to everyone.

I feel better already.

So I don't have to tell you who I am lets just start with some current events.

Back at mom's house for a couple of days. This has totally become my safe haven from the hellhole that is Tri-Cities. I swear if I get woken up one more time at 2 am by my drunken roomates trying to sleep with me, I'm going to simply walk out.

On a positive note, as soon as the company decides where they want me I am going to be out of there. And currently it looks like Coeur D'Alene. (Why is it that is the most retarded name ever! I spell it wrong 9 times out of 10) But we'll see. Everything is so hush, hush right now that it makes it hard to get anything done. That meetings we had the last couple of days with Don, Don and Jerry went exceptionally well. I felt as though someone had rubbed me 'till I purred. We three (Tamara, Kim and I) got to bask for a few short hours in the glory of ourselves. And I got to see that biatch from the Valley make a complete fool of herself.

I'm on sabbatical from the demensia that is my pseudo relationship. I go through these no tolerance phases. so we haven't talked in a week. I just get to the point that I don't know why I even try.

J-dub is coming to town. lol, although he told me the 14th and 15th and today I was looking at the pba website, www.pba.com, and found out it's the weekend before halloween rather. He's more disorganized than I am. But since I changed my schedule, oh well, it's not like it was an inconvenience to anyone.

I'm thinking about showering. I haven't done that today, and I quite enjoy it. But you know when the hair on your legs starts to rub on your pajama pants? I'm at that point, maybe a shower is the next thing that is going to happen.

well, I just wanted to write this little note. Say howdy, and do all that.

I'll probably write again today if I get off my ass and do anything.

toodles!

me

P.S. My sisters childhood friend always used to say that. Weird...

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