if you don't do 'em, you gotta do 'em.
5:05 p.m. - 06.01.06

so, that last of my shit at my old house. gone i suppose. what the fuck? i love it when people don't call you back/don't answer their phones. anyways...

somone one wanting money for starving kids in third world countries came to my door yesterday. he saw my anchor tattoo and was all "hey! nice anchor. do you go to sea often?" "mmm...no..." "oh! i thought people go anchors to show how many years they've spent at sea..." "uhh. maybe, but one day my friends and i just went and got matching tattoos. we're friends." "..oh. anyways..." it was a great conversation. especially since i was in sweat pants, my hair was all crazy, and i had just gotten up around, oh, 12 in the afternoon.

cute boy is now working with the cleaning staff. oh ryan. sorry i had to ditch right after work. i had to go pick up my CAT!

yes that's right kids. jack kerouac, my kitty that hasn't lived with me for months, is allowed back with me. we have mice, and my mother and the lady (who is supposedly allergic) downstairs, think having him hear will help. i hope it's true. but i have my kitty back! yay.

i'm tired. palm pirates tonight. yeap. it'll be fun.

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