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3.27.2006

WTF Bitch...

That's what I said to myself today when I realized it had been 20 days since I posted.

I'm MUCHO sorry.

Things have been crazy. WE moved to Bellevue. Into a 3000 square foot house. And it is in a word FUCKING-FANTASTIC-YOU-MOFO's. The hyphens make that one word.

I miss my sister, she seems to have things going on with her life that she chooses not to tell me about because I have to read that she had some work thing going on on Bri's blog. Weirdo.

I'm continuing on my inner growth. My boss says to me everyday when we finally have the store to ourselves, "Alright, fill me in on the drama that is your inner growth saga" I know secretly inside she loves it.

Yesterday we talked a long time about me overcoming my vomit of the mouth. Ecspecially where Ben is concerned. I get really insecure about our relationship and then I nag him. And I pester him. and I just want to know everything that is going on where he is concerned. And then I think about how I would feel if he did that to me and I would seriously punch him in the throat. Thank god he hasn't done that to me. (Thanks honey!) But I'm learning. When did I become needy? EWW...

I think it stems back from the spoiled bratness of my childhood. Which I'm slowly getting over. slowly but surely.
And I'm on my way to take over the world after that.

Shortly after I conquer my newfound library obsession. I have some 13 books checked out right now. Every time I go I find something new. And then I read it. I love it, and it's helping to pass the time till summer. I'm stoked.

Anyway, I love you guys and I have some other stories to tell... but they will have to happen at a later date.

The Rachey mcRacherton

1 Comments:

Blogger Mel said...

Sorry! I've been busy be-otch!

1:34 PM  

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