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Tuesday, December 17, 2002
(This journal entry is pretty dull. I'm just posting it for myself. You can skip it if you're just browsing.)
My stomach hurts really badly! I know I sound like a broken record, but it really does. Stupid parfait and fries lunch. Who could have guess that it would be cramp-inducing? And it looked so sunny today that I put on a tank top and went to run errands with my number one biotch, Linders. It was windy, rainy, and on the way home, this old lady basically let me know that I'm a whore. It's a freaking tank top! She pointed, sneered, and made remarks. I felt like a freak from the Moulin Rouge.
On the plus side, I have a new phone! And by Valentine's Day (I didn't set the date on purpose, I swear) I'm eligible for a new discounted phone. I was mesmerized by the cute phones with changeable backlights. The saleslady was nice, but her Tammy Faye mascara had me distracted.
I got James presents for Christmas. I love giving gifts. Especially when they're appreciated. I put in effort and thought, so I'm easily hurt when people seem disappointed. Isn't the holiday spirit about appreciating, not expecting? What's with the impossible standards that you're supposed to guess at and get exactly right? Other people make up for it, with their shining eyes and choked voices. (That sounded frightening. I was trying to describe the look I see from a gift they love) Some people know how to react and reciprocate and they make up for the people who are too spoiled to get in the mood.
My first grade for the quarter has been posted, and that wasn't a nice present. As Mathilde said, "It's like getting coal in your stocking!" At least I passed. I said it before and I'll say it again, no more of this crazy taking classes out of interest. Back to my procrastinating, slacker ways. What was I thinking?
We're watching "The Way Home" tonight! And then Mathilde leaves, and soon Linda and I are leaving, and the apt will be empty and lonely. Holidays are so emotional. Ugh.
I have Maxwell's "This Woman's Work" in my head. Once, I thought he was a woman. Oh and I think it's hilarious that US Weekly had to inform us that in Justin Timberlake's new song, the chorus voice is NOT Justin, but actually a girl! Because you know, there's a lot of us who would have been confused, with Timberlake's high pitched crooning.
Oh, and one last note. Isn't it sad that a woman as beautiful as Halle Berry still has to deal with shit? She's had a fucked up life. Her past boyfriends abused her, cheated on her, and gave her crap that no woman deserves. She's deaf in one ear, because of one asshole, for god's sake! And now, the man she chose to be her husband and companion for life, cheated on her with some skank! Eric Benet, what the hell?? She took in your daughter like her own, she's been your faithful wife, and you risk that with an unknown model? You're damn lucky she's still with you. If she's not immune to that kind of bullshit, it makes me fear for myself.
5:14 PM
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