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[Sep. 21st, 2008|01:17 am] |
My puddin isn't my puddin. He doesn't even know me. I'm all alone and I couldn't do nuffin but fall asleep.
I wanna go home. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|02:42 am] |
Tom, tonight? Dinner? |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|11:10 am] |
So, this is it. One last test, and then a physical where they pump me full of antibodies and vaccines, and then I'll be in Samoa.
It's kind of surreal, honestly. I thought I'd be more excited one way or the other, but I'm more interested in having the test done with than anything else. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|11:47 am] |
I have the feeling this is going to be a very, very good day. At the very least, going out for ice cream is called for! |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|11:50 am] |
Hey, Linds, any news on the job front? I just wanted to know where I should look for a new apartment.
Not moping feels pretty good. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|12:23 pm] |
I sort of want to go on a honeymoon once a month. That was wonderful.
Only nine weeks into my pregnancy, I have to wonder what's going to happen when I and all the other pregnant women flood the island with our children.
What's that phrase? Ed, I call dibs on your babysitting services. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|04:10 pm] |
No matter what anyone says, I didn't cry at the wedding.
Dean didn't look amazing in a tuxedo.
Everything wasn't perfect.
I'm not on my bloody honeymoon in Greece, being treated like a queen.
I'm not at all feeling like everything I've ever gone through is being made up to me. Not at all. |
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