significant (b)other (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pahoan) wrote,@ 2007-08-15 11:55:00 |
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Throw my head back and shout!
Road trip tomorrow! It's actually been put off for three days, since our flaky boss has been giving us the runaround with our cheque. She didn't even really come through in the end, although we managed to harrass her into a $300 advance. That woman is such a turd.
The thing I am most looking forward to about this trip is the shopping. I am down to a single pair of jeans without holes in the ass (although I did manage to patch up my favourite pair), two or three skirts, and a couple of shirts that should probably never be worn in public.
I quit smoking. For two weeks. Then I broke down and smoked a pack, quit again for a few days... and now I'm kinda smoking again. But only after sex. Or outside. Or when Steve's at work. Or asleep. Goddamnit, I'm trying! I don't even know why I started again. It gives me headaches now, my nighttime cough is back, and I can smell it on my clothes and in my hair - I never could before. I am so ridiculously attached to the act.
The day after we get back I have an exam to prove I'm not an idiot so they'll let me into school next semester. This might be a problem as I cannot remember how to do long division for the life of me.
Road trip tomorrow! It's actually been put off for three days, since our flaky boss has been giving us the runaround with our cheque. She didn't even really come through in the end, although we managed to harrass her into a $300 advance. That woman is such a turd.
The thing I am most looking forward to about this trip is the shopping. I am down to a single pair of jeans without holes in the ass (although I did manage to patch up my favourite pair), two or three skirts, and a couple of shirts that should probably never be worn in public.
I quit smoking. For two weeks. Then I broke down and smoked a pack, quit again for a few days... and now I'm kinda smoking again. But only after sex. Or outside. Or when Steve's at work. Or asleep. Goddamnit, I'm trying! I don't even know why I started again. It gives me headaches now, my nighttime cough is back, and I can smell it on my clothes and in my hair - I never could before. I am so ridiculously attached to the act.
The day after we get back I have an exam to prove I'm not an idiot so they'll let me into school next semester. This might be a problem as I cannot remember how to do long division for the life of me.
