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6:37 a.m.
not to be crass or anything, but i think if i were a terrorist, i would have blown up the plane carrying reagan's coffin. that would have been good and symbolic, right?
Thursday, Jun. 10, 2004

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10:33 p.m.
every weeknight i tell christian not to stay up too late. tonight i didn't because i was mad because of a conversation we had earlier today in which i didn't remind him that i don't look like the girls who we were talking about. it didn't feel good not to tell him not to stay up too late.
Wednesday, Jun. 09, 2004

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9:44 p.m.
i'm very excited to be moving my office as it means not really having to see anyone from any of my classes. at least then i won't feel rude for never talking to them when they come by the office, right?

i'm going to curl up in the bed and cry for a while now. see you later.
Wednesday, Jun. 09, 2004

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3:03 p.m.
this is exciting. lucky and i will have our own cubicle in another building starting in july. that means i won't have to deal with the h.o. anymore. i'm very happy about that.

i need to be eating less mcdonald's right now.

i'm really into the "at work station" right now. you know, the one that plays music that's safe for work. i've always liked that sort of station. i'm waiting for them to tell me the numbers on the dial so i can set it in my car so christian and i can listen to it when he's here. my heart is broken into a million little pieces that he's not here at this moment.
Wednesday, Jun. 09, 2004

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4:15 p.m.
i got a lot of shit done today.

i think my pinkie might be broken. i'm not one of those people who thinks that kind of stuff unless i have to. this sucks.

i have three jobs all special education related. my collegues always tell me what a great job i'm doing. i'm generally nice to people. i could be worse looking. but all the same, i still feel terrible about myself. do you think mariah carey felt this way before she got all freaky?

Monday, Jun. 07, 2004