07.31.02 If you've come this far, take a little moment out of your precious day & sign my freaky little GUESTBOOK. It's not going to kill you (well, it shouldn't anyways). & thanks. Boyfriendss mom cleaned up his room yesterday and *Ummmmm* washed his sheets... She even washed my underwear that was caught up in the blankets and folded them neatly on the pillow. Oh-my-god. And my day gets even better - the "Stop-sign guy" (What????) is going to sue my insurance company for his injuries. Like he is so fucking injured from our "horrible accident" --URGGHHH... I guess I am glad that I have insurance. REALLY GLAD. I can't believe that someone would sue me (trying to get paid) after seeing the car that I have to drive. (Which is paid for, at least) What a crock of shit. I wish someone would rearend me & I could sit back & collect the money. Hell, I'd even take a REAl injury as long as it wasn't a wheel-chair type thing. And plus I think about all the great painkillers that you'd get for a back injury. Yummy. But I digress. I found the most perfect apartment for me. It's a oner with big rooms, high ceilings, and small porch area that all surrounded by trees... perfect. And the good thing about where I live now is the cheap-o rent. $400 a month gets you a pretty nice apartment (like this one). Crossing my little fingers that i get it.... |
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