Quit looking in my window. freaks.
yeah, i fucked up a little. i've been smoking. but not like i used to. heavens, no. i'm going to sign up for those QuitPlan thingys my insurance pays for. word up, wish me luck.
April 15th. Tax day. I better get my ass to an H&R Block big time. meh. i don't even care.
i don't care at all today. fuck it. i'm done. I'm out.
my only joy will be watching the re-run of America's Next Top Model tonight.
sad. sad. sad.
oh yeah, i bought a jump rope. i've been kicking (jumping?) the shit outta that.
April 15th. Tax day. I better get my ass to an H&R Block big time. meh. i don't even care.
i don't care at all today. fuck it. i'm done. I'm out.
my only joy will be watching the re-run of America's Next Top Model tonight.
sad. sad. sad.
oh yeah, i bought a jump rope. i've been kicking (jumping?) the shit outta that.
posted by maria | 11:19 AM
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I'm gonna drive by your house and find out you made two friends with a jumprope and are all doin' double-dutch 'n shit.
Someone at my work is selling a go-kart. I fucking want it so bad.
funny you should mention that...i actually bought TWO jump ropes.
A TRUE TALE.
HA! That's amazing. And it increases your chances of double-dutch. I'd have no idea how to go about jumping that shit.
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