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8:46pm
The
pressure of having to write my ten page paper for my environmental
science class had been looming over me all weekend. But now it's
all done and over (see news update).
I
need something more exciting here on loafe. I mean, yes my sweet
beautiful text is pure sex, but well, I want something more.
I've
started making lists again. I used to be obsessed with them a few
years ago, making lists for everything. EVERYTHING. I'm not even
kidding. And I never told anyone about them. I had them hidden in
my notebooks and journals, lists of just stuff, what I ate, what
I wanted to eat, where I went, books I'd read, my favorite animals,
things I wanted to own, my top ten/twenty/one hundred albums of
all time, best TV shows, things that annoyed me, jobs I wanted to
work, just so much stuff. It got to be a little weird and I was
sort of quite embarrassed by them all, so I kept them to myself.
Oh also, around that same time, I started collecting receipts. And
not even my own. I remember when I'd visit my sister and how happy
it made me because she'd have these huge long receipts from her
grocery shopping. Those were my favorite. I'd keep them all in this
little box and just pull them out and read them whenever I needed
some calm.
Fuck.
I'm a weirdo.
Anyway,
what was I saying? Oh yes, I've started making lists again. A few
of them. Nothing out of control. Just small little lists. I think
it might be because of loafe. It has me in list-making mode. I don't
know.
OH! Christian popped my last loafe entry through umm...askjesus
or something and this
is what it came out with. ha ha. very funny.
I
just finished my laundry. nice clean clothes. mmmm. so good. Although
really...$1.50 to wash and a $1.50 to dry is quite absurd.
loafe.com
is not a weblog. nor is it a diary. why don't you tell me
what it is? please. please. write me. please.
ooooh.
I'm watching the matrix and the best part is about to happen. oooh
ooh ooh! I go now.
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