so it's 5:12 in the AM and i've done nothing remotely serious all day.
i talked to 3 out of my 9.6 friends. One of them took me grocery shopping via cell phone. Another exposed me to the glory that is French male figure skating. And the last one made my night, with stories about men in white vans trying to kidnap young boys, etc.
i am so shifty right now i could power Gotham City, if Gotham City ran on un-used energy.
i worked out today. hard core. i re-introduced my ex-physical therapy routine into my life and it was, in a word...PAINFUL. my bum muscles ache like Dakota Fanning in her new movie... too far?
i'm watching my roomate study for her final.
i think i have carpel, carpool? carpo tunnel syndrome. no matter, Kevin says my children will be beautiful. that makes me smile. and then laugh nervously. and then cry because...really? i'm thinking of children? maybe i should focus on meeting some nice boy first. i hear you need one of those to make children. who knew.
oh yeah... i make a mean tuna sandwitch. trust.
12 June 2007
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I thought the 9.6 friends comment was kind of funny. Well really I LOL! Tuna? I like it but I can't stand the smell. Yes, indeed it is important to find a good man before having children.
I guess I am in the opposite situation to you...after breaking up with my girlfriend at the beginning of the year, I'm now looking for Miss Right (if she really exists?). Can I just say that I enjoyed reading your post - it was funny yet moving...and the talk of a tuna sandwich made me hungry. Keep up the wonderful posts. I look foward to reading more. Kind regards ~ Graham
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