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| Uh, I'm posting so that this doesn't get deleted I guess. I'm looking for a house to live in for next year. I don't have too high of standards-just one that we'll actually be able to afford the rent and that isn't in a neighborhood where the likelihood of my car windows getting smashed is like 1 in 2. Yup. And I killed the naaaaaastiest ant a couple of days ago. It's still under the lotion bottle with which it was smashed. Maybe I'll take a picture of it and post it on here once Alex gets home with the camera. It was a fat nasty fucker.
Here are some pictures of my betta, Betta Boop.
  
See ya
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| good life bad life whatever life. i like it sorta. i definitely like some of the people though. and then there's the boy who is my happiest times person.
Gotsa drive 8 hours by myself sunday to my parent's in IL and then 8 hours back a few days after that. relaxing and fun... actually if my car doesn't show any threats/signs of breaking it won't suck too much.
Sometimes people don't quite hear what i say when i'm making a joke about something, but the way they misheard it is at least twice as funny.. so i just let them go with it and don't bother correcting them. It's not that i'm trying to take credit for it, i just think it's funnier that way.
The layout and content of this post makes me kind of think im a developing schizophrenic
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| story:
happy
sad
hurt
angry
confused
heartache
love
love
kissy kissy
tragedy
tragedy
tragedy
love is tragic.
the end.
there's a lotta snow around here.
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| wwwooooooooooooohhh.
interesting. geez.
also, christian dior is sweet too:
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| i gots me some new glasses and they gots some rhinestones on 'em, mmhmm.
valentine's day is like a deadline.
I also really wish i knew how to makes clothes, because... well i really want to make clothes. Mostly just dresses. I love dresses, oh man. Like this Chanel dress; ignoring the fact that you can sort of see her boobs, it is freaking sweet. Damn it's so sweet.
Shit, I should probably be reading about implicit measures of attitudes and the psychology of aging instead of looking through the chanel spring/summer 2007 couture collection. Whatever, after 21 years I'm sort of a girl.
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