So tonight, while driving past the cemetary, I had an epiphany. It takes a while to readjust to surroundings. But eventually new habits kick in and a schedule produces itself. This is mine.
Wake up. noonish. usually someone calls me, otherwise I sleep til 2.
go to gym. or think about going to gym. I eat shit. this is my only defense. Plus endorphines replace serotonin. otherwise severe depression would ensue.
call rachael(my best friend since 6th grade). Either we hang or she calls me into work.
After these 3 very exciting chapters of my day, I end up watching a movie, scheming, reading, and myspacing before crashing at 3am, americano in hand.
I bake a cake once a week. This week was rasberry 3-layer tea cake. If I could give you all a piece I would. Thank you softasilk box. Then about every other weekend my "cool" friends invite me to a party or something of the sort. It usually looks something like this:[IMG]
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And lets not forget the 2 odd hours I spend on the phone with my long distant boyfriend in san jose. We are in love. but its been 2 months and im getting anxious. But tonight, nothing much happened other than some fabulous makeup mishap and rache slamming her finger in my car door(she locked the damn thing! Its a 94 exploror for gods sake!).
And now Im really excited to jump under my electric blanket and read adbusters. I was thinking about making a scrapbook called "signs of the times" and putting stuff like adds of oil companies admitting their running out, government corruption articles, and eye-catching student protests. What do you think? Would my illegitimate children value this kind of material?
Keep it liberal
me.
Wake up. noonish. usually someone calls me, otherwise I sleep til 2.
go to gym. or think about going to gym. I eat shit. this is my only defense. Plus endorphines replace serotonin. otherwise severe depression would ensue.
call rachael(my best friend since 6th grade). Either we hang or she calls me into work.
After these 3 very exciting chapters of my day, I end up watching a movie, scheming, reading, and myspacing before crashing at 3am, americano in hand.
I bake a cake once a week. This week was rasberry 3-layer tea cake. If I could give you all a piece I would. Thank you softasilk box. Then about every other weekend my "cool" friends invite me to a party or something of the sort. It usually looks something like this:[IMG]
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And lets not forget the 2 odd hours I spend on the phone with my long distant boyfriend in san jose. We are in love. but its been 2 months and im getting anxious. But tonight, nothing much happened other than some fabulous makeup mishap and rache slamming her finger in my car door(she locked the damn thing! Its a 94 exploror for gods sake!).
And now Im really excited to jump under my electric blanket and read adbusters. I was thinking about making a scrapbook called "signs of the times" and putting stuff like adds of oil companies admitting their running out, government corruption articles, and eye-catching student protests. What do you think? Would my illegitimate children value this kind of material?
Keep it liberal
me.