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Doin' the time to get the dime. Her Momma did NOT raise her to drink cheap champagne.

April 21, 2004

Swamped

When I was in High School, my best friend Beth and I used to write notes in list form. Efficient little fuckers, we were. In light of recent events (namely me not having any time to myself), I have decided to readopt that format.

No voice.

Meals for the past three days? Weight watchers for lunch, spinach for dinner. Cheese for breakfast if lucky.

Husband? Far away? Flimsy phone cuts me off. Hello? Hello! Hello? Hello! Can't hear you! Click!

Idle hands scribbled patterns into the carpet to be scrubbed out with RESOLVE tomorrow.

Overwhelmingly large 3 assignments hang over my head. Impending doom. Dun dun dun dun.

Kindergarteners? Kicking my A.S.S. (shh!) Talk. Incessantly. Move. Jerkingly. Picked noses and wiped tears.

Black circles under my eyes? Racoon is out. Well rested is in.

Adieu.

Oh. If you have linked me and would like me to link you back, please let me know. I am all about the RECIPROCITY. Hey! (lightbulb!) I can be a comments whore, and a LINK WHORE! I'll just slap that badge on my whore...on my whore...what the hell is that thing that the girlscouts wear? I can put it in my whorefolio!

by Alex at 08:59 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)
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on April 22, 2004 09:23 AM geoff said:

oooooooooooh i would love to be linked, but only if you want to link me (let's see if this reciprocity is for real!!!)

on April 22, 2004 10:42 AM rachel said:

I think that you allready link me.. however right now i'm very bitter and annoyed with anything that comes close to resembling my husband so I'm going to go make his life miserable instead of yours.

on April 22, 2004 01:14 PM Genevieve said:

I'd love to be linked too!

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