Day 121
Bodybuilding. There’s a reason why when I do workout, I focus on cardio. I don’t want to look like a man. I do believe in toning, but I don’t want to beef up my muscles.
“What I want from a relationship is someone I can be weak to.” -Some bodybuilder from the Secret Lives of Women, Bodybuilders episode.
That quote is so stinking Shavonne. I wish I had come up with it first. I wish I knew what her name was so I can give her proper credit.
I don’t have much to write about. I mean I do but I have this rule that I won’t write about certain places because then, if I did, I would have to categorized my blog as a LOSER BLOG. So those places are totally forbidden until I find cooler unforbidden places to write about. Does this read confusing?
Anyway, I can think of other things I want from a relationship.
What I want from a relationship is someone with equally good credit.
What I want from a relationship is someone who likes to shave legs.
What I want from a relationship is someone who, instead of saying my outfit is ugly, will just take me shopping.
What I want from a relationship is someone who can make me laugh.
What I want from a relationship is someone who isn’t cracked out on Jesus, or Allah, or sunflowers, or hippie leaf, or crack, or sex, or not bathing, and the list goes on, and on, and on, almost like a sentence in a William Faulkner novel, only longer.
Day 120
I’m watching the Secret Lives of Women on WE and the episode is about the polygamy cult, Fundamentalists of Latter Day Saints (FLDS). Scary. Just plain scary.
I remember watching the Spike Lee movie joint She Hate Me and it is about a guy who loses his job and must find a way to work. Well, his ex-girlfriend (and lesbian) goes to him and offers him $5,000 to get her and her girlfriend pregnant. Then his ex-girlfriend decides to start a business involving the guy. He agrees to impregnate women for $10,000 each! By the end of the movie, he has like 40 children and he’s in a polygamous relationship with his ex-girlfriend and her girlfriend.
I think that was the last Spike Lee joint I’ll ever watch again.
Polygamy. Not something I would ever be down with. For some reason, I had this image of women breast feeding each other’s babies and men being totally stressed out from having to please several wives. LOL!
Okay, I’ve done it again. I haven’t finished my homework and it’s due tomorrow. I will just have to write about it.
I’ve been eating too much protein. I really want some eggs. I think I will stop by McDonald’s on my way to work tomorrow and get me some Egg McMuffins.
Day 119
Joining an Alumni Association. What are the benefits? Is it like joining a sorority or fraternity? I contemplated joining the the UCSB Alumni Association when I graduated from college hundreds of weeks ago, but decided I wanted a minidisc player instead.
Bad investment right? Especially for something that I never used but I saw it as an alternative to cds because I was very protective of my music collection and wanted to preserve it as best I could. HA! Thank you people who don’t want to work for a living!
I was young and stupid. Had I been really into paying more attention to what I was spending my money on, I should have taken that money and purchased some Apple stock. Another missed opportunity. Doh!
I’m much more wiser, so I think. For some reason, I feel like joining the alumni association will benefit me in someway. I don’t know. I’m going to have to check out the website to see if it’s worth my money. I don’t have much spare change as I’m trying to save up for many things, like retirement and a house, and a trip to someplace outside the U.S. though I think my current job will prevent that from happening.
(Note to self: Get a new job.)
I’m trying to put all of my ducks in a row and so far, everything’s lining up quite nice. I just need to finish school without losing my sanity. So far, only one marble got loose.
On the hair front, another objection to Sisterlocks. I don’t even think my cousin knows what I’m talking about. Of course, I didn’t say Sisterlocks. All I said was that I’m thinking of locking my hair and I provided a link to Krystl’s blog. This exchange took place in an email, BTW. Who wouldn’t want to get locks after seeing Krystl’s hair?!
Back to my cousin, well I think she’s thinking, you won’t be able to change your hair for which I haven’t changed my hair in years. My hairdo of choice is ponytail. It has been this way for hundreds of weeks. I don’t like hair in my face and I definitely hate the smell of burnt hair! However, so far, it is better to burn my hair, fry it with chemicals, or pull it out. I could shave it off but my head is shaped funny. (I have a sneaking suspicion my mother or other family, dropped me more than a few times.) Besides having a funny-shaped head, shaved heads on women in California is a sign of butchdom. Is that a word?
I washed my hair last night and I swear there ended up being more hair on the floor and sink than on my head.
In N Out. Danggit. I can’t be anywhere without somebody mentioning those devilishly good burgers! Must. Get. A. Burger. On. My. Way. Home. From. Work. {{singing}} That’s what a hamburger’s, all about.{{singing}}
I gain two pounds everything I eat one of those juicy burgers.
Day 118
I went shopping to get me some clothes. I have horrible taste in fashion. Lately, the only thing I seem to care about is price.
I have a tendency to purchase something not because I like the style, but because I like the color. Now, I don’t have a favorite color which really sucks because it makes it hard for me when I do my laundry to wash certain items with like colors.
I need some clothing for work. The problem is work clothes requires shoes that are incompatible with my feet. I love heels and pumps but those kinds of shoes are so uncomfortable.
I hate shopping.
I love cotton but I hate it when something is made of cotton and you wash it, and it never fits the same way again. I hate cotton that isn’t preshrunk.
I didn’t finish my reading for the week so I’m way behind. Lucky me. It sucks that I know how to use the search feature for terms. It cuts the amount of reading I have to do down to the bare necessities.
I so totally want to go to the San Diego Zoo. I haven’t been to the zoo in so long.
I washed my hair today. The event totally sucked as usual. I pulled half of it out, and the other have broke off onto the floor, counter, and sink. I have about ten strands of hair left on my head. To top it off, I can’t find my red hair. I was totally looking forward to taking a little cut of it and tapping it to my journal. I’m really proud of that red hair because I absolutely love red hair.
I’m hungry.
Day 117
I got tagged to tell six unspectacular quirks about myself.
The Rules are as follows:
1. link the person who tagged you?
2. mention the rules in your blog?
3. tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger?s blogs letting them know they?ve been tagged.
Here are my six things:
1. I bite my nails. I stopped biting my nails when I got of the Army in 2004 and started back up again when I got called back in the Army to do a tour in Afghanistan.
2. I love the smell of soap. The fresher and cleaner the soap smells, the more I like it. Unfortunately, most of the soap sold in stores smell like food. I hate that. People shouldn’t smell like cucumbers, they should smell like soap.
3. I wear glasses. I tried to get contacts but I can’t get them in my eyes so glasses will be the way I see the world until I can muster the courage to get lasik.
4. I’m addicted to chapstick. My dad was my dealer and got me addicted to Carmex. I kicked the Carmex habit and moved to Chapstick. I like the vanilla mint flavor.
5. I hate gold. Gold looks cheap. I prefer silver and platinum.
6. I like being single. I guess when you’ve never been in a satisfying relationship, single feels normal. I don’t think I will ever get married or settle into a relationship.
If anyone would like to try this out, I would highly suggest you do. I’ve actually learned about myself doing this.
About other things on my mind…
I watched a movie called Lovesong starring Monica (the R&B singer) and I thought it sucked. Beauty Shop, with Queen Latifa also sucked. I’m beginning to dislike all movies with predominately black casts. That’s all I’m going to say.
I’m seeing so many black women on tv with natural hair. Now, the fact that there are so many black women on tv with natural hair (afros, wild curls and coils, and locks) my mother must just be stuck in the Madame CJ Walker mentality that we (black women) can only be accepted if our hair is straight. I call b^llsh!t on that. I’m now 98% sure I want Sisterlocks.
I got my Nappylocs Business in a Box. I don’t like the shampoo and moisturizing mist that came with it. They smell like medicine. Remember, I like shampoo to smell clean, fresh soap, not like fricken medicine or food. Well, this stuff smells like medicine. There is no way I would ever put that crap in my hair.
The video that came with it was great. It shows you how to start a loc using your fingers and the Nappylocs tool. The video is well worth it and much easier to understand than the booklet.
Day 116
On my way home from work, I almost ran over a puppy. There were three things that prevented that puppy from becoming roadkill:
1) the light at the intersection was red so there wasn’t a need to put the peddle to the metal.
2) I was driving in the right lane and I noticed the left lane was not moving and I slowed down. Plus the light at the intersection was red.
3) the car behind me was at a safe enough distance for me to stop without getting rear ended.
The puppy was kind of cute. Not too bright though. I think someone left him on the side of the road in hopes he’d get ran over.
Had that light been green, puppy would have been roadkill.
Day 115
A few more weeks to go and everything will change.
My right hip is hurting for some reason. Every time I take a step it feels like, well it feels like hip dislocation.
I have no idea what to write about.
I’m a couple of days behind in my reading. Yay! I’m so excited to have to play catch up this weekend. I can barely stand it.
I think I’m about to get a grey hair. The hair I have is red at the moment. And when I say red, it’s Carrot Top red. It’s kind of cool. Does grey hair go graduately grey or does the hair turn funky colors? Did you notice how I spelled ‘grey’? With an ‘e’! Ha!
I’m tired and I think I will go to bed early. I’m going to try to read at least one chapter before I shut my eyes.
Day 114
It was an interesting day. A conversation got started about the Japanese and WWII. I was tempted to stop the conversation but I was evil and was enjoying watching someone put their foot in his mouth.
Can Jewish be bred out of someone? I know Jewish law says that only Jewish women can produce Jewish children regardless of the religious/ethinic background of the mate of a Jewish woman. If someone’s grandfather was Jewish, wouldn’t that still make that person Jewish though not recognized by Jewish Law as Jewish? I’m totally thinking of this in terms of the one-drop rule but after looking at the wikipedia definition I guess it all depends on how pure you want your blood to be and only if in terms of African ancestry.
I’ve been thinking about my favorite meal-the cheeseburger. I’m curious because I looked up kosher on google and came across Judaism 101 on Kashrut (Jewish Dietery Laws) and it says On three separate occasions, the Torah tells us not to “boil a kid in its mother’s milk.” (Ex. 23:19; Ex. 34:26; Deut. 14:21).
So does this mean I cannot eat a burg er with goat’s cheese? And what about breast feeding? When a child suckles its mother’s breast, the child swallows the skin cells of the nipple. Aren’t skin cells of the flesh considered meat since cells make up skin? Is skin considered meat?
I’ve been thinking too hard. I need to go to bed.
Day 113
I think I was being sized up for recruitment. I’m going to have to spend an awful lot of time avoiding certain individuals because they are religious.
The guy I’m talking about went to BYU and all he talked about was how most of the students there are married. According to him, there is more married student housing than there is single student housing. So not the kind of school I would ever want to go to.
He asked way too many questions, like how old I am. He properly guessed my age, too. I was completely shocked. Most people clock me at 24 but he hit it on the nail with 22. I didn’t know I was in the presence of a genius.
I know you are probably tired of reading about me shaving my legs, but I must talk about this. I shaved my legs a few days ago and now they itch like crazy! Nothing relieves the itch.
I think I’m crazy. I think I’m mad. (The British way of saying it sounds more appropriate.) I’d talk about why I think I’m going mad but it involves work and at the moment I just had another brain fart and can’t remember why I think I’m going mad.
Buy Domains keep soliciting me to buy shavonne.net but they won’t tell me how much it costs. I’ve asked them about the price because the first time I inquired they wanted over $1000 and that was way too much for my budget. I would consider buying shavonne.net for $50 bucks and not a penny more.
Day 112
Apparently, I missed the dance of the fricken century. Mario (an R&B singer) and his dance partner danced the Rumba in a way that was better than good sex.
I’m going to have to watch it online sometime this week. Hopefully, it won’t take long for tonight’s episode to be uploaded to abc.com.
I don’t have a dang thing to blog about. I finished my class.
What do Brits know about Country line dancing? Do Brits even listen to country music?
I wish I could ballroom dance.
There’s this guy at work who makes goodies from scratch. He always makes sure I’m the first to try his goodies. Monday’s goodies were brownies with chocolate and mint chips. Very minty. I think if he bakes me some oatmeal craisin cookies I’m going to ask him to marry me but only if the cookies are as good as mine.
I’ve got to watch the news because there’s an story about healthy alternatives to meat. I love animal flesh as long as there isn’t a whole lot of fat on it.
Well I’m going to bed. I can’t wait until 11 to watch the news.
Day 111
Okay. So I did nothing all day except watch movies. I rented Alien vs. Predator. I don’t know what to say about the movie. It was very dark so it was hard to tell what was going on.
I learned something today, buy movies from Costco. Many of the dvds sold there have digital copies so I can load them onto my iPod.
I still haven’t started that spec script.
I need to workout. My arms are flabby. I thought I had gained weight but when I stepped on the scale, my weight gain was only part of my imagination.
I still need to workout though. Summer time will be here soon and I will probably be wearing tank tops and such. I need a tan.
I want to leave. Go anywhere. Change my name. Start a whole new life.
Day 110
I managed to order the Nappylocs Business in a box. The first time I attempted to place my order, I was taken to an unsecure website where I was expected to fill in my credit card information.
Tina explained to me that when you checkout, you are taken the Yahoo store website (which is secure) so that you can enter your information. That didn’t happen for me. The location bar for the page where I was to enter my information didn’t have https:// or a lock in the location bar. Another thing I noticed is where you are to enter your credit card number, there wasn’t another box asking for the three-digit code on the back of my card.
To make a long story short, I think the website was hacked. I must have visited nappynhappy.com everyday for the last week to see if it was my imagination that the checkout wasn’t secure. I wonder if anyone called the office to inform them. I was going to do it Friday morning but forgot and when I went back to the website that night and tried to order and when I went to checkout, the website was secure and the rest is history.
I wish I had gotten screenshots and copied urls because the checkout screen looks different from the original checkout screen I was taken to.
Now for other things…
I’m watching Alien and I’m thinking Geez, this thing has two mouths. The saliva is really watery. I wonder what the alien’s breath smells like. Does having two mouths mean twice the halitosis?
Day 109
I’m such a procrastinator. I totally didn’t finish my paper today. In fact, I probably won’t get done with it until Saturday night.
I sat on my duff all day and watched tv. I did get some writing done. I can try to finish writing this paper by midnight. I have to go to bed and get my beauty sleep.
I tried to rent Juno today but Movie Gallery was out of copies. So, I went to Wal-mart and bought the movie. It was okay. The movie definitely had some interesting dialogue. I liked the storyline more than I liked the movie. I’m a big fan of adoption, especially when the mother is too young mentally and financially to take care of a child. I only wished more young mom’s would consider adoption.
Day 108
Sometimes I wish I were adopted. I’ll probably blog about this later.
Dogs are great, I just don’t like being responsible for them. Dogs are like kids, if you don’t feed them, they will die. That’s why I prefer plants. I can forget about them until I see a wilted plant in a corner, and then I remember the plant needs water.
Lost is becoming very interesting. I now know who the Oceanic Six are: Sayid, Jack, Sun, Kate, Aaron, Hughey. Though I don’t think Aaron can be consider an Oceanic Six because he was born on the island after the plane had crashed. So, maybe Michael and Walt? Dang, this doesn’t make sense. I’m going to have to check out the newest episodes on abc.com. I was busy trying to stuff my face when I was watching tv.
I really need to go to sleep. I’m tired.
I’m now 97% sure I want to get Sisterlocks. I realized, and this is after watching Deion and Pilar: Primetime Love, that I have to make peace with my hair. Now if I could only get my hands on that nappylocs booklet…
Day 107
I’ve decided to just continue with school. I will have to stay with my employer for another year anyway so I might as well go on and finish school so I can spend that time when I’m done with school working on my writing. It’s time to get serious.
Someone asked me when I’ll get over this Valley Fever I so wish this was something I could get over in a couple of weeks but I have a feeling I’ll be exhausted for a while. Nothing in life is ever easy.
This Valley Fever is starting to affect on my skin. I’m going to bed early tonight. As soon as I’m done blogging I’m hitting the sack.
I don’t want summer to get here. I hate the heat of the desert. The only thing I can say about the heat is at least there’s relief when the sun goes down.
I need to shave my legs.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that show Samantha Who? All I need is a couple of 21 minute spec scripts. My issue with writing comedy is, well, I don’t think I’m funny.
Plus, I’ve been feeling like a musical. I think I’m going to try busting out in song at work to see what everyone will do. Will it drive them crazy? Oh, how I wish I came up with the idea of a musical when I was in the military. You can’t get fired from that job so answering a question with song would be kind of fun. Almost like when I would email the folks in my unit letting them know I was going to the bathroom and that I would be back at my desk in 10 minutes. They totally thought that was weird.
I think I might get my legs waxed.
There is nothing to watch on tv.
Day 106
Well, I didn’t do any research tonight. I figure as long as I get my research done before Friday, I’ll be good. I will spend Friday writing my paper for this class and relaxing the rest of my weekend.
I hate school.
It seems Jesus is the only man in my mother’s life. I thought she went to Memphis to visit him this past weekend but she went to St. Louis instead. I think that’s the reason she’s been wanting to travel with me. I don’t like the idea of traveling outside the U.S. with her.
I’m having a hard time staying awake.
I’m still obsessing over Samantha allowing her ex-boyfriend to live in her apartment with his new girlfriend. Samantha comes off as a former skank so I thought she would at least may him pay some rent in magic stick currency. She wants him, he needs a place to live, it seems like the perfect potential reciprocal relationship.
I can’t wait until the Sex and the City movie comes out. I want to see Carrie actually get married to Mr. Big.
I’m going to bed now.
Day 105
I love ballroom dancing. If or when I finish school, I’m gonna go man hunting and I’m gonna find me a man that wants to learn to ballroom dance. Ballroom dancing is so sexy. It doesn’t matter how unattractive you are, when you ballroom dance, you’re the sexiest person in the room.
For example, Evander Hollifield was on Dancing with the Stars. I’ve never though of him as attractive but I did see him in a different light after watching him dance. I think the fact that he tried dancing knowing he’d look awkward was impressive and sexy enough.
I just finished watching Shannon Elizabeth dance and she’s fully aware that she doesn’t have hips. I’m so relieved because the first time I saw her in American Pie, I thought to myself, “My gosh, she doesn’t have hips.” I don’t know what I would do if my waist and my hips were the same circumference. I guess I would definitely get an upgrade in my chest area to draw attention away from my hips.
It’s almost like having cankles.
Ballroom dancing is so sexy. I just watched a football player do his thang on the floor. He was awesome. I loved the song he danced too-You’re all I Need (I don’t think it was the Marvin Gaye/Tammy Terrell version).
Day 104
Okay, so I watched Walk Hard. It was okay kind of funny. I’m sure if I were a pothead I would have appreciated it more but I don’t do drugs. I watched the movie twice but I didn’t get funnier like Zoolander. I love Zoolander. The first time I saw that movie I fell asleep but every time I watch it, it just keeps getting funnier.
I also watched Alvin and the Chipmunks. What a cute movie! Now if only the Smurfs would get remade…
I hate school.
I can’t find any scripts for Samantha Who? I’m just going to have to make up a template. Yay!
I don’t feel like blogging.
Day 103
I hate musicals. I watched Sweeney Todd today and I absolutely hated it. There’s something about musicals. The only musical I’ve ever liked was Grease.
Then I watched The Kite Runner. I read the book when I was deployed to Afghanistan. Dear Carey sent the book to me in a care package. It was a very good book but very disturbing. The images from the movie are just like my memories of Afghanistan. The thing I remember most is the lack of trees. There is a shot of Amir’s house when Amir returns to Afghanistan to fetch his nephew. It was just a house with a wall around it. All the trees in the court yard had been cut down.
(An interesting fact about the movie is it was shot in China in a city that borders Afghanistan! They really had me fooled because the scenes during the kite running, looked just like the Afghanistan I was able to see.)
The only places I recall there being trees were around the embassies and the camps near the embassies like HQ ISAF and Camp Eggers. I remember looking at the mountains to the west of HQ ISAF and seeing the wall that supposedly surrounds the city of Kabul. I never had the opportunity to actually go to the wall. By the time it had warmed up, things had gotten pretty dangerous and I could only leave camp if it was mission essential.
The Kite Runner is a good book and a good movie.
Now I’m going to watch Walk Hard. I’ll let you know what I think.
Day 102
Sometimes I just want to give up on school. I spend time wondering why I’m doing this? I mean it’s been getting really frustrating for the past two classes. Like for some reason, the people are just getting dumber. They don’t know how to write, they can’t read, they don’t know a dang thing about computers. I have seven more classes and I don’t think I will be able to make it if I have to continue to work with idiots.
I don’t feel any better. I really want to say this to my learning team. Surprisingly, the only person on my learning team that has any writing skills is not an native English speaker. Her writing is very good, the rest of them…write like third graders.
I saw the most disgusting locks today. They were so gross!! This guy probably hasn’t had his locks maintained or groomed since he got them. I actually think he started his locks by simply not combing his hair. Very organic. Very. There were a couple of locks that looked like they were about to fall off because they were hanging by a strand of hair. That’s how bad it was. On top of that, the guy looks like he’s starting to bald which would probably explain the shedding locks. Bottom line is, he looks like he gives people with locked hair a bad rep. After seeing how unkept his hair is, my certainty of getting Sisterlocks has dropped down from 95.02% to 65%.
I really want to help him so I’m going to do some research on lockticians in Southern California. I certainly can’t tell him he needs to get his hair groomed and not hand him somebody’s business card!
Day 101
I hate school. Despite the clear instructions posted to the learning team, two members of the team still could not get it right. I swear there should be an aptitude test for online learning and reading comprehension.
I can’t wait for the next two years to be over with.
I just finished watching I am Legend. I bought the wrong dvd. I wanted the dvd with the special features that include deleted scenes and alternate endings. Instead, I got the dvd with animated comics which are totally fricken boring. I knew I shouldn’t have opened it.
I still don’t get the movie. How did that chick get on Manhattan Island? The bridges were blown up? She could have taken a boat if she knew how to operate one. How did she get off the island? Why did they have to kill the dog? I mean really, that poor, sweet, innocent dog.
I have a couple of synopses to write tomorrow night. So that’s what I’ll be spending my Friday night doing. Sounds like fun. Yeah me. Yeah me. Oh, yeah me.
Day 100!!!!
This is my 100th post for the year! Yeah baby! Yeah! And to mark this moment, I will blog about nothing except for a show I’ve been watching, Samantha Who? I think I will try to write a spec script for.
Oh my gosh. There is so much I want to blog about but I can’t so I guess I will have to vent to Dear Carey. I hope she’s ready for it.
My mom didn’t break up with her boyfriend which is great because that means Jesus is not the only man in her life. 
Enough about that, let’s break down Samantha Who? down.
Deanne – her slightly stalker friend. Samantha and Deanne were best friends in childhood up until Samantha got popular in the 9th grade.
Andrea – Samantha’s alcoholic friend. She reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow from The Pirates of the Caribbean. Every show Andrea is drinking a martini. I wish I could drink like that. She’s my favorite character. Something about mentally sick people.
(I don’t get how Samantha could feel comfortable with her ex-boyfriend living in her apartment and screwing his new girlfriend in her [Samantha's] bed! Yuck!)
Mom (Bridgette, I think) – I think she is a cool mom.
Dad (I can’t remember his name) – I like him, too. He doesn’t speak much.
Todd – I don’t get it. What did the old Samantha see in him? What does the new Samantha see in him? Why won’t he get his own apartment?!
The doorman (Frank) – I like him. He’s quite.
Samantha’s assistant – Why won’t she find a new job? If Samantha was that dang awful of a boss, I would have left. No job is worth mental and physical abuse. Yes, apparently Samantha was that bad.
I like the show. There are some holes in the story line though. Like, shy won’t Todd get his own apartment? How can Samantha get evicted from an apartment she’s paying a mortgage on, yes mortgage not rent? And why would Todd want to move his new girlfriend into Samantha’s apartment? I mean, isn’t that a conflict of interest? And why won’t Samantha just tell Todd to get out of her apartment!?
I’m obsessed with Samantha’s apartment okay. I really thing it’s nice and it would look so much better without Todd. Why won’t she tell Todd to get out of her apartment? And when she finally does tell him to leave she should have him buy her a new bed.
Day 99
I’ve discovered Samantha Who? It’s actually a funny show. I like it. Samantha and I have a few things in common. For example, I often leave notes to myself on my blog. Samantha writes notes to herself because she has amnesia. She also uses my favorite phrase ’sooky-sooky’ which doesn’t translate in any other language. I used it a lot when I was in Afghanistan and those Europeans just didn’t get it.
(NOTE TO SELF: Must get my own place.)
The one thing I don’t get about the show is, how could someone get evicted from an apartment they own or are paying a mortgage on? I can understand an eviction of a renter but an owner?
Would you move out of an apartment you owned and let your ex-boyfriend stay there? Would you let your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend move in? I can’t believe Samantha even pretended to be okay with that arrangement. The ex-boyfriend would have been out of my apartment the minute I realized I was the person who actually owned the place! Samantha has a really nice apartment, too.
Day 98
I don’t have much to say. I think everything is boring and I’m at a loss for words.
Food doesn’t taste good. The job is the same. TV sucks. I surfed the Internet so much there isn’t anything new.
What’s a gal to do? Sorry this is so short but I’ve got to get some much needed sleep otherwise I’ll start to look like a hag.
