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Have you ever been in a situation where you had to have a conversation with someone, and they were completely fucking gorgeous and nice and all that, and then after the fact you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror or something and discover (to your horror) that you look like absolute hell? God. I fucking hate that. The woman from Halloween (not sure if I mentioned that in this journal, but whatever) came in asking about something, and even though it turned out I couldn't help her, she was really sweet about it. And she's really beautiful. And I... well, I never look all that great... but I was definitely not at my best today, as I looked like death warmed over. Fuck. (to completely change the subject, I've never understood that expression- "death warmed over". What the hell is that supposed to MEAN, anyway?)
On another note, I finally got around to putting some old entries in here from my computer... I think I got all of them. At any rate... I really need to copy some stuff onto my handy little floppy here and get the hell off the computer, because mom's going to be home in about an hour. Fuck. Later!
On another note, I finally got around to putting some old entries in here from my computer... I think I got all of them. At any rate... I really need to copy some stuff onto my handy little floppy here and get the hell off the computer, because mom's going to be home in about an hour. Fuck. Later!
