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3:12pm
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(started Sat 07/15) I am eating these townhouse crackers
right now. and on the box it says "light buttery flavor". I want
people to say that about me. I want them to say "That christa, she
has a light buttery flavor."
so
I joined bmg music club. what is wrong with me?? why do I do this?
do i never learn my lesson? those stupid clubs with their stupid
free CDs and their stupid little glue sticker things that are just
so much fun to tear and lick and stick on the paper. bmg is a temptress.
an evil evil temptress. I can't say no.
I
went to the banshee last night [friday night], a pub down in south
boston, and I had a lot of fun and we talked to these really nice
sweet girls and they wished me a happy birthday even though it isn't
till tuesday and the one girl said I was a good dancer and that
was of course a big fat drunken lie but it was nice of her to say
anyway and I liked them.
this
was to be my birthday weekend, but I heard it was bad luck to celebrate
BEFORE your birthday so next weekend will have to be my birthday
weekend. anne-marie is gone and it sucks having birthday fun without
her. and neila works all weekend and that covers all my Boston friends
and so there you have it.
I
am very tired, seeing as i went to bed around 5am-ish and woke up
at 10am-ish and I am still feeling a bit weak in the knees from
the seventy five red bull and vodkas I drank and then the harp and
then two mudslides and god knows what else.
(finished
today) I did manage to have sex for the first time in ages,
with a boy that I've long thought was sexy and cute, and so that
was nice.
I
also have had a disastrous attempt at bringing a 2nd cat into the
household. It wasn't planned at all, just sort of fell into my lap,
but it has turned out VERY poorly. The new cat and Fargo do not
get along in the slightest. That is bad enough, but to add to the
trouble is the fact that this new cat won't let me near him at all.
Anytime I get close, he hisses and growls at me. The few times I
have gotten close, he's attempted to bite me, and scratches and
claws at me. When I walk by him, he attacks my feet, not in a fun,
playful way, but in serious attack mode. This isn't gonna work.
So now it's up to the person who gave me the cat--if she doesn't
want him back, then he goes off to the shelter. I feel completely
awful about this whole situation. The poor new cat is only trying
to protect himself, he is in a whole new house with a whole new
family, and he's scared. But I can't keep a cat that won't get along
with Fargo OR with me. The idea of taking him to a shelter kills
me, because I know what will happen to him there. I am just hoping
that she will take her cat back. She may not be home much, but at
least he won't end up dying in a shelter.
let's
see. what else. I've managed to make a good friend quite angry at
me and I don't see any chance of making things better there, so
basically I've fucked up yet another friendship. I still haven't
paid my phone bill. I was supposed to take two summer classes but
that didn't happen because I couldn't afford it. I gained three
pounds. Tomorrow is my birthday; a Tuesday birthday is never cool
or fun. I have a toothache that has made the surrounding area (gum
and cheek) quite sore and next to impossible to chew/swallow food.
I don't have insurance nor the money to see a dentist. it is no
exaggeration when I say I am the biggest loser ever.
the
good news is the last weekend in October I shall be in Las Vegas
having more fun than should be allowed and watching theresa get
married. For this, I cannot wait.
I
feed Fargo one can of wet food a day, in the mornings. I have no
idea what he does, but somehow he manages to get little bits of
food on the wall and in the area about a foot or so surrounding
his dishes. It's really quite amazing. everyday I am picking up
little food pieces. it's as if he takes a bite, keeps his mouth
open, and then shakes his head like crazy.
I
had sex on Friday night. It is now Monday evening. my body can still
feel it. I should write Dougal a thank you note or something. Padraig
has a lot to live up to now.
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