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Aug. 5th, 2003 05:46 pmI have decided that
whirledpeas is my own personal therapist. Sorry, Peas, if that puts a burden on you. I know you're not supposed to have people who are close to you as your therapists, but damn, she's just the best ever.
So yeah. Peas took me to lunch at the Wexner (yummer) and we got to chatting about everything me, and then everything in general. That girl is smart. Oh yes, I like her. Lots and lots. She is so together.
I ran a bunch of errands and did a bunch of cleaning, but I still have a bunch of junk to do. And I have to take out all the trash. La la la. Is this going anywhere?
I have too much energy and too much on my mind - and neither of them is getting its fair share of exercise. I plan to do a lot of writing this week.
My girl drives me absolutely batshit crazy, but I wouldn't trade her for anyone in the world.
So yeah. Peas took me to lunch at the Wexner (yummer) and we got to chatting about everything me, and then everything in general. That girl is smart. Oh yes, I like her. Lots and lots. She is so together.
I ran a bunch of errands and did a bunch of cleaning, but I still have a bunch of junk to do. And I have to take out all the trash. La la la. Is this going anywhere?
I have too much energy and too much on my mind - and neither of them is getting its fair share of exercise. I plan to do a lot of writing this week.
My girl drives me absolutely batshit crazy, but I wouldn't trade her for anyone in the world.