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12.17.02 . 5:26 pm
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For the first time ever, I redesigned my diary. I was starting to believe it was going to stay the same forever. Brensie made a diary template very similar to this, and I asked her if I could possibly gank her code. But first I needed to find the perfect picture for the left side of the page. And this morning, I found it. I saw her and knew she would be perfect. She's a little naughtier than I had first planned (boobies!), but it's all cool. She's still perfect.
So, yeah, I got some action again last night. Shocked the pants off me (haha, I guess that could be taken literally). Clint has been in a strangely sexual mood these last couple days, and I'm relishing every moment of it. I don't know what's gotten into him. You'd think someone was putting Viagra in his Ovaltine. Oh, did I write about the call I got the other night? I don't think I did... The manager at Guess called me asking if I was still interested in a job. Dammit. I knew they wanted to hire me. I'm just hoping I wouldn't have gotten more money/hours there than I am at Anchor Blue, or else I'll have to slit my wrists. Mood: NaughtyWearing: Blue striped rugby shirt and jeans Listening To: The Eels Thinking: My back hurts... If it's not my feet, it's my back... I need to stop bitching... Wishing: I got payed right now, dammit |