disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.
note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.
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2002-01-18 4:28 p.m.
how lucky i am...
i am such a mother-to-be. i sat for so long today with my hand on my cats belly, feeling the kittens moving around inside. i wanted to go over to my cousin's house to my hand on her belly...but i thought she'd be really creeped out. i have to call suzanne. and alvin. i'm such a bad friend.
i tried to call mattdean last night (who coincidentally hates diaryland). i got his dad, we talked for a while, the best part was this...
me: "he's sleeping? shouldn't he be studying or something?"
matt's dad:"he probably should be, but he's crushed."
"like a bug?"
"no, you know that lint that's on the floor, maybe under the couch or along the wall, and it's been there for so long that it's starting to change colour? and it just always gets missed by the vaccuum or the broom..."
"he's that lint?"
"yep."
oh christopher dean.
oh matt's dad
previously - and then
*oh random entry*
all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15
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