8:18 p.m.

.s.h.o.p.

i walked up to the dollar store today. it's about .92 miles away and for some reason, i never walk up there on a nice day. it's always insanely hot. stupid. anyways. bought stuffs. lovely purple nail polish that's meant for halloween but i couldn't stay away from it tonight. it really is quite stunning.

anyways. i was going to get an application while i was there, since the big red HIRING sign was out. while i'm talking to the clerk, a boy walks in and asks if 'the man' is in today. he's not, apparently. the boy says he'll come back tomorrow with his application. the clerk says 'that's a good idea, honey'.

and the boy takes his pink Paul Frank Monkey slippers and his pink bunny rabbit thingy on a pink shoe string around his neck right out the door and back home.

no. i didn't get an application. i was too scared.

i get home and strip outta the hottest jeans on earth and put on one of the boy's tee-shirts. put on a movie and commence with the pointless exercises. i think it's a form of pilates... i get my infomercials confused so i could be lying. anyways. i'm lyin' on the floor, one leg straight out and tracing circles in the air with my toes and the other leg bent, trying to maintain a semblance of balance. stop laughing, it's hard on the legs and hopefully will tone down the fat i've somehow carried over from babyhood. anyways. i think to muhself, "my ass needs a workout." and i was right. it's kinda on the mushy side and i need the Buns of Steel. so i put muh legs straight out on the floor and start flexing the old ass mus-kles while watching Gladiator. i get all the way up to 200 and i can't do it anymore. no one needs buns of Steel anyways.

also, this entry is for the boy. i hope he's proud of his little idiot fiancée... hehe. :)

 .p.r.o.l.o.g.u.e.
.e.p.i.l.o.g.u.e.
.c.u.r.r.e.n.t.
.o.l.d.
.h.o.s.t.
.g-b.o.o.k.

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