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| There has been a distinct lack of updating on this Xanga for the past,
oh, months. I'd like to say that I've been too busy living my
life to write about it, but then it would make me sound interesting,
and I wouldn't want to lie to you all like that. That would be
unkind.
I have, since last entry, moved to a new city but kept the same
job. I guess you can do that in a humongous megalopolis.
But I'm on the hunt for a new one - job, that is. I'm tired and
headachy all the time. Like, more than ever before, which is
saying something. And I'm off to see my many-personed family this
weekend - it'll be good to see my brothers and my best friend and her
baby, but other than that.... I'm predicting that it'll be seriously
draining. -sigh-
Sorry, guys. I'm not in the best of moods.
(oh yeah, Harry Potter 6 - EVERYONE MUST READ IT. It is so good.)
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| So I've gotten on this kick recently where I have this need to express
support for my favorite websites through clothing; and not just any
clothing -- spaghetti strap tank tops are my article of choice.
So far, I have acquired stock from my buddy Homestar Runner, with one
tank top declaring my undying love for Teen Girl Squad (the back says
"I have a crush on every boy!") and another boldly stating, "Raised by
a cup of coffee!"... obviously I needed that one. I am awaiting
my Onion tank top, as well as a shirt from www.northernsun.com, a
progressive liberal nutjob website that I luff so much! And
Something Awful needs to get its store working again so that I may
exercise my newly-discovered purchasing power there. BTW, any
other spaghetti strap shirt site suggestions would be greatly
appreciated. 
What else goes on in the life of me?.,... uuuummm.....
I hate the movie "Sin City." I love the movie "Garden
State." "Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are Dead" is one of the
bestest movies evar.
I got my hair cut-ish, trimmed perhaps; I got three inches hacked off
and it's still too long. Trying to grow it out for some
masochistic reason. 
OK, that's enough time wasted for this month. Ciao!
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| OK, so-- it's been a while. Nobody really reads this anyway, so
it matters not! I've decided that I need either a caffeine IV
drip or a stronger will to quit the addiction which holds me so captive
in its grasp. I've attempted to drastically reduce my intake of
this acursed drug over the last week, and I have emerged this weekend
with only fatigue, nausea, and intense crankiness at my side
(excepting, of course, my long-suffering boyfriend, who insists he will
eventually give up smoking). We live in an age of addiction.
Nothing too perky today, since I'm obviously not in the mood for
off-the-wall-bouncing and/or frolicking through fields of barley.
Only six hours and 45 minutes til I get to leeeeave!
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| So here I am at work, where I spend 40 hours of each week, bored as
usual. Or rather, unwilling to do what I'm being paid to
do. I love my job, but I hate working. But the bonus is:
all my co-workers hate doing work, too. And the supervisor's gone
for the night.... social hour(s)!!
So if you've requested an iPod for Christmas, raise your hand! ......
I've already got one. Jealous? Yeah, you should be.
It's my birthday-and-Christmas present to myself for the next five
years -- and so far, it's the best "big purchase" of my young
life. Next on the list: a car! But first, enjoying the fact
that the incredible amount of music I already own is all in one place,
in one compact shiny place. -sigh- It's brilliant!
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| My life's not all that interesting. I'm just your average
detail-oriented library assistant with a disorganized thought
pattern. Most of my work requires me to sit at a computer; so you
get to read (if you so choose) what I have chosen to write at only my
most bored moments at work, which are few and far between, surprisingly
enough.
Today is Sunday and I feel like I've been hit by a truck, owing to an
evening of general carousing yesterday. If you ever have a
hangover, I would suggest going to a library; I know you don't want to
get out of bed, but hey, at least it's quiet. And with that said,
I'm off to consume Dr. Pepper.
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