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2002.05.14 5:59 p.m.

we used to have add-a-treats at jerry's. suspiciously like add-an-entry. hum.

amanda and jessica klein came in today. which was nice. and i took a break and sat with them. it was good. good for me. good. amanda does look like amelie. she's so cute. like butter. i wonder if i stole jessica's sundress if she'd notice. probably not.

speaking of which, i assume that you dont' read this matt, but if you do...amelie isn't on on friday, rather only on tonight, tomorrow, and thursday. we should go. but you have band practice and homework and things to do....i'd also really like to see monster's ball. although usually restricted movies make me sad in one way or another. but yes...call me. but i'll have probably called you before. cause that's the way our poor sore friendship works...ai. oh, ali, this entire paragraph applies to you as well. call me.

ew. i hate it when people say to call them, via the impersonal public diary. ew.

none the less.

i made nicole's day by showing her my belly. and how round and fat it was. she thought it was hillarious. and immediately started to trying to have one too. and she has a good start. my belly is specially developed muscles though, that work to create a brilliant illusion of being about 4 or so months pregnant. if you have not yet view the belly, you should ask. it is well worth the couple seconds you will spend thinking about it. this won't work if you do not live in saskatoon.

i really like nicole. i think she's very nice. and i really like it when people think i'm funny. we are also probably the most similar of kinds of people at jerry's, which is nice to have kinda...

she was talking about having a girl sleep-over with the jerry's girls. what a good idea. i think i shall encourage it. although, it might have been an almost joke. yes, girl sleep-over this weekend though, remember. if i can get monday off then we should have it sunday night.

i can't believe there is actually a 'rape-core' band in saskatoon. i should shoot them. with lead bullets. i would. fucking shit, that is such ass.

how come no one calls me mare? am i not worthy of nicknames?

it's kind of sad that most of everything, i feel like watching tv right now. and it is my good tv night. i hope. wait, every night is my good tv night.

the only brilliant part about work is the zero amount of homework. and if you miss a day, you really don't have to catch up. ever.

wow. some of my shows aren't on.

i'm so sick. god fucking. this whole cramped buissness is the least good thing. i fucking hate it.

i was getting (not) mad at alix yesterday about how she really shouldn't worry about things far far in advance of when they happen. specifically about boys. and then i started worrying about boys, and sleeping beside them every night. and how....well, there were many many problems that arose in my mind.

this is silly, mostly because i decided recently that it was probable that i wouldn't ever date. let alone get married.

i might go rent a movie. i don't have to go to work tomorrow or thursday. does anyone want to hang out?

i feel undone writting. i may write again. i have a belly. lovely belly. and it's fucking hot out.

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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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