| yeah yeah, i'm back on livejournal |
[Apr. 3rd, 2008|06:16 pm] |
I have mono.
I mainly wrote in this journal in 2002, so I doubt anyone reads it, and I'm basically going to use this entry to post pictures of all the clothes I ordered today while lying in bed. I can't even keep anything down. Is that even a symptom of mono? Seriously, anything makes me sick to my stomach. And yet Maria keeps bringing me plates of sushi. She's such a fool sometimes. Does she not notice that I haven't touched anything since last night?
Anyway, I'm dying of boredom. I seriously spent like, three hours on the Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf Goodman websites. Here are some of my purchases, which I am very pleased with. I just want to have them all in one entry where I can look at them all.
I'm really into sapphires AND cocktail rings lately so this is just perfect.
I couldn't decide which dress I liked best to wear to Catherine's going-away party (IF I'M EVEN BETTER BY THEN), so I just ordered a bunch and figured I'd decide later and then just give the rest to Goodwill or something. But I think this one MIGHT be the winner:
Chloe dress. I love the color. Love it. Love it. I'm going to wear it with the sapphire ring, even though the blues aren't the same shade.
Normally I don't like Stella McCartney and find ballet flats to be incredibly passe, so you'd think this would be a bad combination. I know, I know. They appeal to me so much though.
This is going to be my new YSL day bag. I got the same one in black to use during the evening!
Okay, I'm going to take a nap. Also, I was looking at some of the communities I joined like five years ago, and how the hell did I get to be a moderator of some greasy art community? It's called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) greynotgray and it won't let me leave it because I'm apparently the last mod? What the hell? This is a huge mystery. WHY?!?!?
There is so much stupid drama and so many people getting on my nerves (cough fat new maid cough) but I'm tired and will vent later. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2007|06:04 pm] |
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Wow, I forgot about this lame journal. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2003|09:22 pm] |
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New criteria has been added to my list.
I now despise fat, ugly, poor, unpopular, and stupid people. It's occasionally lonely at the top, but it really is for the best. I don't even want to share the same air spores as some of these people. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2002|12:31 am] |
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Guess who's back,
Back again,
Brigitte's back,
Using this song for when people return is really old and anyone who does it from now on is a complete loser,
Tell a friend.
Sorry I haven't been updating much. You see, my father went bankrupt about a month ago and I was too busy working to use the computer. And now I've gained enormous amounts of weight and have no social life whatsoever, so I've resorted to making friends on the Internet.
Only kidding. Sorry.
Wow, the types of journals on this server are so diverse. So unique and individualistic. These types of journals are especially the hardest to find, so if you happen to discover any, consider yourself lucky:
1. bang bang! yr dead. &seventeen &femme. i'm into feminism, andy warhol, and i eat tofu. i heart le tigre and red lipstick. add me to yr list and i'll add you back.
2. hi, i'm 19/m/dc. i've been representing the hardcore/straightedge scene around here for years now. my friends are my family. for life.
3. i am like, such a misanthrope. i hate you. you're an idiot. don't add me to your friends list. don't suddenly decide that we have some sort of "connection", because we don't. online journals are dumb. i can't stand all these "emo" and "goth" kids. go slit your wrists. you're so cliche, but i'm not, because did i mention i'm such a misanthrope and like, completely anti-subculture?
4. paperxlips
14/f. loves:: dashboard confessional, converse all-stars, saves the day, good charlotte, hoodies, eyeliner, emo, going to shows. music is pretty much my life.
5. sataniccutter666
uhhh...hi...i live in a shithole called oregon...i hate it here....and its really boring...i like shit like slipknot and cannibal corpse...some linkin park...slayer...mtv sucks and so do preppies...yeah thats all i gots to say...peace out...dont ever judge me
6. naMe:::jessiKuH
seX:::yeS pLz! hehe-*GiRLy
bDaY:::9 monfFs aFtEr dA cOnDoM BRoKe!
LuFFs:::aniMe, gloW stiCks, xTc, n *FrEnCh FrIeS*, tEknO, gliTTer, bOyz ~_~
h8s:::sNobS, sKooL*
cHeCk oUt MaH cArtOOn dollZ:::
*i sweAr im noTa wh0re*
7. 15. female. the show was GREAT last night blah..i'm not sure if i like my new haircut or not. i'm listening to godspeed you black emperor! ew, all these lame younger girls wearing ties keep complimenting me on my hair and pins. all these people COMPLIMENT me and i HATE it. GOD, i dont CARE. whatever. losers. bright eyes was so hot on tuesday. everyone had better show up at hot hot heat thursday night so we can all danse the night away. can someone give me a ride, please? XBIGHAIRCREWX for life! I'M COOLER THAN YOU K.
8. hello, daddy set this journal up for me. i am totally rich and prestigious and am completely lying through my teeth, along with being unoriginal, but i want a journal just like brigitte's do not associate with anyone of the lower class. out! out of my journal!
Facial time. Bye. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2002|11:19 pm] |
Yes, I do still exist. I have just had an entire busy life lately and don't have time for frivolous nonsense such as this. So I log back onto Livejournal and I'm shocked at what I see. More idiotic comments on my journal? Other journals of "rich" girls that are screaming blatant lies? This has to come to a screeching halt. Believe you me, it will.
My day was awful just because I had to see half of more of the unfortunate nerds at my school committing major fashion crimes. Am I the only one who is seriously bothered by the color combination of red, white, and blue? GROSS. If I had it my way I would lobby to change the national colors. It seriously makes me want to like, change countries so on days that are supposed to be patriotic I don't have to look at people dressed hideously. I for one am ashamed to be part of this country when the only way we can show support for our nation is looking ugly.
Look on the bright side, everyone. At least Bloomingdale's is still standing. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2002|03:09 am] |
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Dear God,
Today I am going to be sick. Why, do you ask? Because my parents have reminded me that I am required to do a certain amount of community service hours before I start school in the fall. It's like, a requirement to graduate. God, I ask you to please talk some sense into the idiots running this school.
Why should I have to do community service? What has the community ever done for me, besides utterly disgust me every time I set foot outside in some area that doesn't involve brand names approved by Vogue? Sorry, but it's the truth. I do enough good just by associating with the so-called "community" once in a blue moon. You want me to do community service? Let's see.
-Get rid of the heinous, greasy kids that are beginning to overpopulate the boutique streets downtown ever since a record store opened right next to it.
-Insist that everyone in this area either speak English or shut up. I've had enough of all this multicultural propaganda.
-STOP APPROACHING ME ON THE STREETS ASKING FOR CHANGE.
I can't stand lame girls who refer to their cell phone as their CELLY and insist on putting the number in their AIM profiles and away messages. Face it, all this does is make you look like a desperate freak who really, really wants people to call you. No one is impressed that you have a cell phone. I'm done complaining, maybe I'll call you on your CELLY later and we can chat.
I'm not doing any community service. End of story . |
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[Jul. 18th, 2002|04:31 pm] |
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Okay, so I was reading about how to be emo in Catherine's copy of Seventeen magazine (I don't read it anymore, it's much too juvenile), and after buying an Armani sweater that's too small for me and new glasses that will give me a fresh new fashion look, I remembered old Livejournal and thought about updating. SO I am.
I like a lot of new music now. I used to listen to Avril Lavinge and she was about to replace Britney Spears as my favorite singer until I found out she was ugly. I mean, look at these heinous pictures of her. I can't believe she tried to fool me by coming across as attractive, and I for one am bothered. Offended, even.
The things that bother me today include: fat kids, anyone who thinks Sarah Jessica Parker is attractive, and imitation designer clothes that they sell on the streets of New York. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2002|03:39 pm] |
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Okay, so I was reading about how to be emo in Catherine's copy of Seventeen magazine (I don't read it anymore, it's much too juvenile), and after buying an Armani sweater that's too small for me and new glasses that will give me a fresh new fashion look, I remembered old Livejournal and thought about updating. SO I am.
I like a lot of new music now. I used to listen to Avril Lavinge and she was about to replace Britney Spears as my favorite singer until I found out she was ugly. I mean, look at these heinous pictures of her. I can't believe she tried to fool me by coming across as attractive, and I for one am bothered. Offended, even.
The things that bother me today include: fat kids, anyone who thinks Sarah Jessica Parker is attractive, and imitation designer clothes that they sell on the streets of New York. |
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| Can ya tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street? |
[Jun. 12th, 2002|01:16 am] |
The more I look around Livejournal, the most disgusted I become with the human race. There are way too many people with the interest "being prestigious" for my comfort. Okay, let's face it. You're NOT PRESTIGIOUS. You're pathetic impostors, and it is my duty to expose you as the fakes that you are.
Honestly, do you think you're being, like, funny or something to create another "rich girl" journal? No. You look like a bunch of idiots. If anything, make some white trash girl journal.
Oh, and to clarify something else. I do not have another "fake" journal. This is my one and only online journal. I have not moved. I have not gone elsewhere. Perhaps there is another girl that you now enjoy bitching at, but it is not my alter ego. I am here to stay. Stop reading the tabloids.
Hot Men Throughout History:
1. Stalin
2. Gandhi
3. Mao Zedong
To be added to as time permits. It's really too bad they're not alive anymore. I'd be hitting on them. |
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[May. 7th, 2002|11:19 pm] |
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Okay, so I broke my vow never to update this journal again. So sue me. Oh wait, I forgot. I could just as easily arrange my uncle to sue any of these pathetic fools before you can say Gucci.
Anyway. Spring is upon us all, which means more trips to the salon, redoing my wardrobe, and taking care of this prom queen issue. But that isn't what urged me to update.
We all have our issues with other people. We all want to prove that we're above someone else. I understand that. It's okay if you're out to make someone grovel. But when I have to hear about it every five minutes via email when it is benefitting my life in absolutely no way, it's time to take a stand.
YOU. PAPERDOLLDECAYS. HIVALISIOUS. Please do me a favor and choose a different setting for your lame internet drama. Let me take a moment to open my mailbox and count how many replies to my journal entries I have received in the last few hours that are the source of this childish flaming. 64. Sixty four. SIXTY FOUR. I could have bought the entire line of Hard Candy nail polish online in the time that I spent opening and deleting these emails that I couldn't give two ratty Abercrombie shirts about.
Also, if you even consider replying with "WELL THEN JUST CHANGE UR SETTINGS SO U DONT RECEIVE EMAILS WHEN THERE IS A POST ON YOUR JOURNAL", I'll tar and feather you myself, instead of sending a maid to do it, WITHOUT even chipping my nail polish.
Face the facts that your argument is completely and utterly idiotic, and even if you win or have the last word, or get someone's journal deleted or whatever, you still lose. Because this fight is STUPID. Go get a boyfriend. Go organize a bake sale. Go visit every flea market in your area to hunt for rare Mets baseball cards. But if you only do one thing, get off the Internet and at least fight with an actual person. Good DAY. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2002|11:08 pm] |
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Well now.
What a strange little email. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2002|09:18 pm] |
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Last night I had a really euphoric experience. I usually have high, defined, rigid standards of what beauty is. I haven't been posting for awhile or sounding like myself because, well, I was beginning to get depressed, hopeless, because there are so many ugly things around me, and I only like attractive things. Well, last night I couldn't sleep again because I was feeling depressed about my highlights that I do not especially care for at the moment. I looked outside the window and I saw a b i r d. Not any special kind of b i r d. Not any rare kind of b i r d. Nothing like that at all. Just a plain, insignificant, darkly colored b i r d, flapping its wings in the moonlight. Slowly, it settled down to it's perch, it's hiding spot, a comfort area on a jagged-looking tree. It quietly rested at it's perch. Then it glided smoothly into the air, perfectly penetrating the pores of the wind. What freedom it has. If it doesn't like something, it can flee, fly, abandon the entire world as it knows it. And go somewhere else. How I crave to experience the feeling of joyous rapture like the b i r d. The feeling of power. The feeling of change. The feeling of being literally above everyone else instead of only metaphorically. The feeling of being completely braindead but not knowing it. My pupils widened, taking in darkness and excitement, as the b i r d neared to my window. Suddenly a ray of bright white light appeared on the window, and it seemed like Nature was greeting me, or a magical fairy had appeared at my window, no wait, it was b i r d crap, but it was a beautiful and euphoric experience nonetheless. At that moment, I underwent an epiphany. In which I realized that even unimportant creatures with flaws are still creatures, and maybe they even have more freedom. They have the right to take dumps wherever they damn well please. This, to me, seemed metaphorical to many stages of my life and it was a night that I will never forget. At that moment, all disdain that I felt for fat, ugly, poor, and unpopular people was gone. I wanted to be o n e w i t h t h e m . I wanted to be u n i f i e d. I did. It was beautiful.
April fools. HAR HAR. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2002|06:36 pm] |
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I'm sick of unpopular people at school finding out that I have a Livejournal and then approaching me about it. Just because we happen to write stupid things about our lives on the same server, does not make us best friends.
Morning radio shows are completely pointless. I want to hear MUSIC in the morning, not Ralph and Amanda cracking up on the air over something completely stupid, or Kenny making lame prank phone calls to old women while the rest of the radio crew giggles in the background. As if. Why are these shows still here? Why do they exist? Who listens to them? Who is supporting them so they continue to exist? Certainly not my family. I hate them almost as much as I hate Adobe Photoshop and "layout" making.
I hate, hate, HATE Adobe Photoshop. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2002|07:36 pm] |
Will you people please calm down? I was just in a bad mood and overreacting. I'm not going anywhere, and no one is taking the picture from my journal. Okay? Okay!
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to working on my persuasive speech. I have to explain why it would be a logical idea to make burqas (you know, those things the Afghani women had to wear) the entire student body uniform. It's like, satirical. Okay. So so far the points I have are:
-We won't be able to socialize because nobody will be able to tell anyone apart very easily. So more of our time will be spent focused on school.
-Everyone will be less self-conscious about their appearance. Girls will cut down on uses of blowdryers, hair spray, and other environmental-harmful products.
-Everyone will be completely equal.
Uhh..yeah. That's all I have so far. Ugh. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2002|01:58 pm] |
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Okay. So Chloe was talking about how I'm making a website in one of her classes, and then word got around, and now all of a sudden all these complete computer nerds keep approaching me and asking me about it, and asking me if it's going to be at "AOL Hometown". No, as a matter of fact, I WAS going to purchase my own domain, and I can make the site MYSELF, thank you VERY much. And now more people are reading it, and my parents found out that I didn't stop posting on livejournal and began to lecture me on how uncouth it was of me. This is riduculous. This is utterly preposterous.
I think I'm just going to delete the journal altogether. It's been more trouble than it's worth ever since day one. Tell all the emo kids I love them, and we'll meet again someday *i.n. d.r.e.a.m.s.*. Thanks. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2002|11:14 pm] |
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I can't take it anymore. I feel that my life is so invalid because I don't have an official "blog" domain or hosted site. So I'm going to get a domain. Do you see what you people have done to me? I'm officially engaging in nerdy activities. I sincerely hope you're happy.
Okay, so I got tired of working on the layout and started to write a "biography" for my new blog site. So anyway, here's my bio.
*GIRL*
Brigitte. Sixteen years old. Emotional. 44% bitch and 56% slut, according to The Spark. Loves punk, emo, and ska. Lives for music. Dashboard Confessional, Saves the Day, Death Cab for Cutie, Jets to Brazil, The Get Up Kids, Midtown, The Ataris, Piebald. Self-proclaimed dork. Intelligent. Weird. Open-minded. Hyper. Doesn't label herself. I can be outgoing, but no one REALLY knows me. I think a lot, and I am an individual.
Loves: francesca lia block, punk boys, candy necklaces, glitter, shows, web design, rainbows, emo, thrift stores, photography, converse sneakers, sylvia plath
Hates: posers, snobs, mtv, eggs, stupid people, labels, waking up early
Okay, okay. I know it isn't me at all. But at least it'll guarantee to set my personality apart from all the other teen domains out there. I bet no one will have a bio like mine!
*goes back to working on layout* |
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[Mar. 18th, 2002|05:22 pm] |
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| it's been a long time, long time, shouldn't of left you, left you, without a journal entry to get pi |
[Mar. 17th, 2002|04:39 pm] |
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Quick announcement. For those of you who have decided to make a new Livejournal account, write something in your biography such as "I am a fashion model and do not associate with the lower class", list Gucci, Armani, and country clubs as your interests, and constantly talk about "Daddy" in your journal entries, don't expect for me to dub you prestigious and automatically become your new friend. There is so much more to the upper class than your unimpressive acting is portraying. Okay? Okay!
Last night I went shopping with my cousin, who insisted that if she didn't get something to eat at that very second she would faint. The nearest available place to get food was a McDonalds. We both swallowed our pride and entered, because fainting in public is really an unattractive thing to do. She ordered some salad that you shake up. I didn't order a thing, because even a touch of grease will ruin my complexion.
I just watched and observed, and I eventually had to leave before I would faint anyway. I swear to God, not one single person in that McDonald's fit my standards of what a human being should be. Example: A group of girls hanging around by one table who all shared that typical crispy hair and 300 pound figure look that you usually see on Jerry Springer. They looked like Joan Rivers did their makeup job, especially with this really tacky dark lipliner yet NO LIPSTICK. Ew. Well, anyway, this encounter put me in a philosophical, deep thinking mood. Would anyone like to help me solve these Mysteries of Life?
Mystery of Life #1: Why do incredibly obese girls who have such huge buttocks that I am forced to question if they are natural or implants, insist on wearing skin tight jeans and belly shirts that say "HOTTIE"?
Mystery of Life #2: On the way out of McDonald's, I got handed a pamphlet by some religious group. I glanced at it on the way out, and it read in big gaudy letters:
JEWS FOR JESUS
Pardon my ignorance of all these bizarre religions, but wouldn't believing in Jesus technically make them Christians? What's next? Atheists for God? Hindus for beef? |
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[Feb. 27th, 2002|03:39 pm] |
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| | La Bouche-Be My Lover | ] |
Eureeka. I have been artistically inspired and can now choreograph a dance.
This is how it happened. You see, it's a well known fact that I have less patience with ugly people, but this just pushes the limit. There's this male who attends my acadamy by the name of Darren Crespo who somehow is pregnant with the idea that he can get away giving me and MY friends trouble. Can you believe this guy?
First of all, he is extremely cowardly and says whatever he wants behind people's backs whenever he pleases, but if you try to confront him he'll either run away or (if it's online) block you. I mean, at least when I have something negative to say, which is often, I'll say it to their face instead of mumbling things about them to other friends whenever they pass by in hope that they'll figure out I'm mocking them. That's just lame. I have no respect for cowards.
On top of that, he pretends he's attractive when he isn't and runs down the hallway shouting "MOVE, WOMAN!" to various innocent female bystanders. Somehow he thinks this makes him more attractive and/or masculine. Darren, let's face it, my gay friend Charlie is more masculine then you even when he's wearing eyeshadow and women's blouses.
Worst part: He's GREASY. I'm talking great globs of dripping grease. I'm talking high cholesterol. I'm talking getting fried if you come within a three foot radius of him. If there's one thing I can't stand more than ugly/fat/poor/unpopular people, it's people with bad hygiene.
Do Monique and I let the constant irritation of this horrid boy bring us down? No! Instead we use it to our advantage. This is where artistic creativity comes in. We were stumped as to what to do for our interpretive dance presentation. But Darren has inspired us and the theme of our dance. It will be demonstrating how we feel whenever we are in the vicinity of Darren.
It goes as follows: Monique and I will be performing graceful ballet moves onstage. All of a sudden, another character (who will be playing Darren) glides by the stage, and Monique and I fall to the ground with a thud and take the shape of fried chicken, completely still with our arms folded. Then, all of the dancers behind us will fall to the ground with a thud taking the shape of other greasy foods. If you are reading this and you know me personally, I would like to invite you to audition for this interpretive dance. We still need several dancers to play the roles of french fries, onion rings, pizza, fried calamari, and potato skins. Let me know if you're interested. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2002|10:54 am] |
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A few months ago, I made a post explaining what NOT to do if you contact me on IM. I would like to add to that list. Please refrain from:
1. Asking for Livejournal codes. Just because I have a paid account doesn't mean that I have an unlimited supply that I will just freely distribute so more fools can write about their unimportant lives. If we are not already friendly, DON'T ASK.
2. Asking me to link you. Usually, when I link someone, it is a BAD thing, as I am criticizing their site or journal. Stop trying to use MY journal as a site promoter. Go submit to some search engines. Go make your site more interesting, instead of some blog with categories like "GIRL" "OPINIONS" "GUESTBOOK", where you dissect your personality and explain that you are a "generally down to earth person, except when someone is rude, THEN I will be rude back". Then maybe you'll get more hits.
3. Try to lecture me or change my lifestyle. If I wanted to hear that I would walk down the inner city streets and accept pamplets from missionaries telling me I'm special. I'm not going to change, so kiss my perfectly pedicured toenails.
4. Ask me "asl".
Oh, one more thing. I've noticed that people are constantly demanding reasons for why I post at this hour, since I should be in school. I AM in school. I am usually typing during a free period or during a period where class is in the computer lab. Thank you.
And uh that's it. Otherwise say whatever the hell you want.
Anyway. I am stuck in a rut. My life has become incredibly boring. I'm out of reading material and I've already purchased all the new spring fashions ahead of time. I have no desire to go to country club gatherings anymore. The last one was horrid. I introduced Michael and Michelle, as I like to expand the circle of prestigious people around here. We had dinner and then I decided that I wanted to go to sleep so I went home and left them to chat. Then I ended up spending more time online. And now I want to make a web site. I think I need counseling. |
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