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It feels good to quit your job. Do you know of anyone who would know this? Anyone? Anyone? Oh yes. That's right. I know this.

Finally. I am going back to school. Journalism. Art. And English. Those will be my areas of interest.

Today is a good day. The amount of stress that has been lifted off of me by leaving my job is unmeasureable. Is that word? Who cares. It is now. Stratigery. Misunderestimate. Those, apparently, are also words.

For Valentines day my lovely boyfriend bought me the BEST present ever. He gave me head. Not just any head. A lifesize bust of Phrenology circa 1950's.


Jealous much? I thought so.

I started reading "Even Cowgirls get the Blues". I know I was supposed to read Jitterbug Perfume next but I found the former more appealing at the time (I just watched Brokeback Mountain). JP is next. Promise.

I went to the eye doctors and I will be getting my new glasses in about a week. At that time I will post pictures of me in them. Posing. In a pretty manner.

To sum everything up. I am doing fan fucking tastic. How about you?