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It's not
that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care. 12-10-00 I thought I'd try that site meter thing to get DETAILED STATS about loafe, but it was a pain mostly and more annoying than useful. I don't even know what I'm looking for, I just wanted to be cool or something. I had a dream last night that I was pregnant, like four months pregnant, and I was very happy about it, insanely happy and I had this crazy sense of contentment. and in the dream I was touching my stomach and I said "it feels like I have a hard shell in here" and that was it. The odd part of this dream? there didn't seem to be a man involved in any way. and it wasn't an issue either, it never even came up. hmm. interesting. I wonder if this is the handiwork of my biological clock. I hate that damn clock. I need to be a celebrity. it's really not fair that I have to cook all my own meals, drive myself around everywhere, clean up after myself, comb my own hair. if I were a celebrity I wouldn't have to do any of those things. I am not sure if I want to be a rockstar celebrity or a movie star celebrity or a tv star celebrity. I want to be a celebrity but not have to do any actual work, so we might have to invent a new kind of celebrity. working two jobs kind of sucks ass, even if you like both jobs. guess who's going to see the detroit red wings crush the boston bruins on december 23rd? yep, me. I am so excited. my first red wings game ever and I can't wait and I'm going to just die before it happens. but it is really quite sad that I have to go without an authentic red wings jersey (with perhaps the name of Gordie Howe and the number 9 on it). or a 1936-37 jacket. or even a vintage goalie cap. that's okay though. I'm going to the game and you're not.
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