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www.sometimeswecry.blogspot.com
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| I got stuck in traffic today for an hour. It sucked real bad. It was raining and there were fifty million trucks on the road. There were like 4 accidents, that's why everything was so slow. And then this one guy was driving on the shoulder about 40 miles an hour!! And the rest of us were driving like 5 miles an hour. That 'blithering idiot'. But I just listened to music and talked on the phone...but by the time I got home my knee hurt from pressing the break so often.
I want to go see 'The Legend of Zorro' it's only playing in one theater in Chattanooga even though it just came out. I guess it's not that good. But I haven't heard that it was bad...
We're cooking now, I made chicken and put spices on it. Then we stabbed potatoes and stuffed them in with some onions and one sweet potatoes cut up. It smells soooooo good. I hope it doesn't burn or anything because lately I seem to burn just about everything. Oh and I'm making gravy and stuffing. My sister was like "Nooooooo stuffing we're gonna be eating it all weekend long". Ya, maybe...so maybe I should save it. But t'is the stuffing season...I mean thanksgiving and christmas are both stuffing holidays.
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| I'm going to see Harry Potter at the midnight showing, yipeeeee!!!! | | |
| So I went clubbing the other night. T'was cool except for the fact that I didn't drink. I've started telling people that I'm pregnant because it's too complicated to tell them that I'm on meds that if I drink alcohol I'll die, blaa blaa blaa. Anywayssss, alcohol, even if it's just a little makes you more free. Like you lose your less wanted inhibitions, like your insecurity and your uptightedness (and the more drinks you have the more inhibitions you lose, but that's not the point I'm getting at presently). So I'm dancing and I'm not 'in the zone'. You really need to be 'in the zoooone' when you're clubbing, at least in an American club because, well, at least for me, and at least at the Vodoo looking around isn't all that great. Weird people doing weird stuff. Sluts doing weeeiiiird stuff. Loser guys trying to pick up girls. And the works. So I'm looking around and thinking to myself 'OH MY GOOOSH'. haha, that's clubbing without 'the influence'.
But then I saw this guy. Sitting alone, drinking, smoking. Leather jacket. Collared shirt (it wasn't really ironed or anything so he didn't look preppy, not that that is a bad thing). He had gel in his hair and he had something between a short beard and stubble, but it was well groomed so I didn't mind. And, most importantly, he smelled sooooooo good. I can't put my fingure on what calonge it was, but it was, ahhhhhhhh, wonderful. So anway, eye contact, shy batting of the eye lashes. I almost gave up on him but then he came and stood right where I was dancing so I made my move.
So ya, anyway it's almost 3am now I really should go to bed or else I'll probably sleep all day.
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