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Tuesday, June 18, 2002
tori, space dog
first off... happy birthday to my favorite del!!! she's 19... but she's old for her age! (and she's born to be bad!)
okay. so. the car story. i was driving home from rob's last night lateish last night, hovering in the fragile land between dream and reality, and all of a sudden i heard this thump from the backseat. this is not at all unusual, my car is a pice of shit and it makes weird noises all the time. but for some reason, i became utterly convinced that someone had snuck (sneaked? no.. snuck, i think.) into my backseat and was going to kill me when i stopped the car. yeah.. shut up. i was freaked out. so... i decided to turn on the overhead light, and turn around, and look, and prove to myself that there was nothing there. well.. so... i turn around and glance... and on the floor there's this magazine with a full color picture of this freaky looking woman... think emcee from cabaret, but.. .freakier... oh my god, i almost peed my pants. sigh. life's so hard.
so. today i went to walmart.. and bought some stuff... and barnes and noble.. and bought some stuff. *swivel* yes. my life is so exciting.
i think this is one of my faavorite pictures of me ever. (trivia: my favorite picture of me ever ever, though, is the one of megan and i rushing in st. louis, with elsie and tinky winky and.. yeah. aww.)
and look, it's kait and i! awwww.
(kait, my mom got like... 5 copies of that picture because she thinks it's cute, so, expect to get one in the mail someday when i'm not feeling lazy.)
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