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Saturday, August 20, 2005

Pity the Fool

...Who comes between me and ice cream.

Today was a fairly busy day for me. I went and did some shopping w/ Chris this a.m. and managed to spend more on myself than on my mom(I was shopping for a birthday gift.) Then I came home and cleaned up while J spent most of the day painting in the basement. After a short nap, we went w/ J's dad for dinner.

Now I'm just chilling at home trying to find something to keep me occupied. I was thinking blogging would keep me entertained, but now I'm just trying to find things to talk about.

My life is boring ;-)

Talk about role-reversal:

Me: i just screwed up my manicure
LilRedCorvette: i need a woman

Per Manda, I'm going to hell for this one.

1 comments from the peanut gallery ·

1 Comments:

At 8/22/2005 1:01 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Based on my uproarious laughter, it would appear that I am going with you

 

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