August 3rd, 2002


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I have sitting before me a bottle of Pepsi Blue. Described on the bottle as "Berry Cola Fusion". I fear it. But I'm a sucker for strangely colored soft drinks. (I drink Surge when I can, not just because it practically makes me glow in the dark, but because it is a shade of green not found in nature)

There is a cut on my arm and I don't know how it got there (there are numerous pointy things I could have hit; I'm gangly and horribly uncoordinated sometimes), but every time I scratch my arms (and I do so often. It would annoy Nicole to no end because, due to dry skin, it makes a very audible noise) it bleeds. At this rate it will never heal.

Happy Birthday to lepetitemort! Sadly, I have no boob cake for you. If I did, and I had the faintest clue where you lived, I would send boob cake. But I don't and I don't so I can't.

I get to see jenndolari tomorrow. Yay. I haven't the faintest clue what to do with her, my social skills are nonexistant (another reason I felt sorry for inflicting myself upon Adam; he wanted company and I've found that the average frog makes better company than I do). Giving a Grand Tour of the apartment takes all of thirty seconds.

I am also anxious because I get to see feyr on Sunday. And that makes me so nervous that I'm half-worried I'll drive poor Jenn insane or at the very least be very, very lousy company. Why am I so anxious? Let me put it this way:
I want to hug him.
It has been a long, long time since I wanted to hug someone so badly. To hold them, to just be near them. The desire to hug and touch Michael waned sharply because there are few things that work better as a turnoff than knowing the other person would prefer you not touch them.
I'm scared to death.
I also want to feed him. He's a scrawny little thing. And I am my mother's daughter and so my first instinct is to stuff him full of food. Thanks, mom.
Okay, and yes, as I believe I've mentioned before, he is an adorable geek. I mean, come on. lookit him! What's not to love... (It's the plaid pants, I tell you. So sexy)
See that? That's Jenni turning into an idiot over a guy. You'd think I would have learned my lesson by now. But noooo.
At least this time it's mutual.... meep.
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    Look at that 'mood'. Dear god. Maybe Chris was right and I am schizophrenic or something...

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Jenni the Odd: I love Wal-mart
Jenni the Odd: There is a SUPER Wal-Mart about 5 minutes from me.
Jenni the Odd: Which means they sell everything KNOWN TO MAN
NicoleLB713: awesome
Jenni the Odd: EVERYTHING
Jenni the Odd: I bet you could buy black market kidneys if you found the right department.
NicoleLB713: "aisle 87- tupperware, left shoe laces, black market kidneys"


To Do Today:
  • shower/dress. Natch.
  • clean up
  • laundry
  • mending (well, most of it got done)
  • call jenndolari and arrange Stuff To Do
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      next-door person is taking a shower. Pipes are loud.

    19 hours, 54 minutes...

    Contratulations to serpens, and may you both be very happy. *records date for future reference*
    I do that - Whenever I notice someone mentions when their birthday is (LJ stopped sending out reminders, I think. I've not gotten any of late, and I KNOW there have been birthdays), I make note. I have a file fulll of birthdays, anniversaries, addresses and phone numbers of you lot.
    I watching youuuuu.
    *cough* or I just realize I'd never remember otherwise.
    Now to clean real quick before I call Jenn
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    Looky what Tish made me:
    es meeee Complete with Cleavage of Doom
    Things are getting good for Tish.
    Kevin will be here in... *checks watch* 17 hours, 14 minutes (yeah, yeah, I'm counting down. I can hear you laughing. QUIET)
    There will soon be new Flem updates.
    I have a can of green beans for dinner.
    Life is good.

    (Jenn, however, fell offline. Not sure if I should call or what.... erp...)
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      ecstatic ecstatic