Saturday, December 11, 2004

Dad is cuting costs, and it looks like the internet and cell phones are the first to go, which incidentally means even fewer updates to my blog. I'll try to come back every now and then, even if no one reads my life anymore, just because I've had this thing so long.
I've spent only three nights in my own bed these past three weeks. Every free second I have I'm with Chris, and he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, if I weren't so paranoid, I'd say he still enjoys my company. We've planned a road trip to celebrate our birthdays (his is the day before mine). Going to see the ocean. Thursday night I'm meeting his family. Every December 16th they go out to dinner for Chris' adoption anniversary, and I'm extremely nervous.
Last night at work a customer called me antagonistic... I know!! ME!! I just told him I thought it was odd that he would admit he bought Beetlegeuce, but deny he rented Saved when both occurred in the same transaction. Crazy people trying to get out of late fees. I don't mind giving a little mercy if you ask for it, but if you obviously lie, I will hate you for the rest of my Blockbuster career.
I have a spider bite on my left upper thigh. I knew I hated spiders for a reason. "No, don't kill it, it eats the bad bugs and bah-de-bah-de-bah..." Boy scouts lie. Spiders are the devil.
This morning I went with my mom to serve pancakes to mentally challenged children. After about three hours of it, I fell asleep on a couch in the back room (Santa hat covering my eyes), and tried to ignore the excited screams of retarded kids. Lord, I apologize and please be with the starving pygmies down in New Guinea. Amen.


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