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I can't believe that it's going to be hotter than it is right now this summer. We simply will not be able to have guests. You can't help but to drop trou a few steps in this joint.

I've spent the evening doing a few dishes, but mostly watching tv. I can't stand Dustin Diamond. What a d-bag.

I see dehydration in the near future! The dinner Bryan prepared for me during lunch was deelish. Think I'm going to cool it on the red meat for a while. He did make me a killer steak the other night, but it made me feel wonky the next day.

It's funny how, growing up, I refused to eat fish. I hated the smell, the texture, everything about it was icky. Lately I can't get enough of the stuff. Sushi, mahi mahi (I know you shouldn't eat it, I've read the pamphlets from the Monterey Bay Aquarium, but the stuff is amazing!), salmon... Guh. And scallops, shrimp (which I've always loved, but I've been having alot more often lately, primarily due to the fact that we bought a monster bag and Bryan can cook.) I crave ceviche! I think that last thing is lime-related. I dig heavily on lime.

We've been going out to eat too often lately. It's a bit hard on the budget, and even though Bryan likes to call it "homework," I think we can get by eating at home more often. I want to buy a house-- I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to finish my car. I need money to do this. Blah. I think my car shall be named Bullet. Is ok? Maybe it's stupid. I don't know. It's too hot for me to make such rash decisions!




Note boyfriend's INTENSE sideburns. They've been tamed since.