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today the glitterbomber is... |
2002-01-09 i look like a glamour "don't" today. you know, those perpetrators of fashion crime whose pictures they put in the back of the magazine with black rectangles over their eyes. my black corduroys are too big, my sweater coat is longer than my other coat, and my hair is a wild mass of curls. but you know, sometimes i just don't give a damn. i promised that i might have an interesting tale to tell today. alas, i don't. i didn't have any crazy adventures last night. i met michelle for din-din. i hadn't seen her in months, so it was nice to catch up. since we are old and boring, we also went to old navy and the grocery store. michelle and i have been friends since second grade, but in many ways, we couldn't be more different. she shops at wal-mart and watches nascar. i'm a target girl who makes fun of nascar. she's always running into people that went to our high school. i try to avoid them. i saw steve's brother in the grocery store last night and am praying he won't say anything to steve. the last thing i need is steve's obsessiveness right now. he can be a lot of fun to hang out with, but he's one of those people who constantly calls and calls and calls. i'm not sure if i need any steve adventures right now. they always seem to end up with us smoking pot with random puerto rican drug dealers or me hallucinating and puking in convenience store parking lots. or wandering around the mall aimlessly. i will leave you all with that lovely thought. |
