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It's About Revenge
August 27, 2002
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Nothing like a competition over one's cat between one and one's mom.
Seriously.
My mom has, for some reason, parked herself here in my room for the nonce, baby-talking to my cat and petting her on my couchbed (a innovative creation consisting of my tiny bed with pillows all over it to encourage sitting rather than sleeping. Brilliant, I know) I have no idea why this is the case. Wait. Actually, I do. It's the Withdrawal Thing - how my parents miss me before I'm even gone. Kind of funny, really: that point when they realize "hey, in just a few days, our little girl is going to be 1500 miles away again." And they appreciate me by sitting randomly in my room, sweet-talking my cat, and constantly forgetting not to put their shoes on my couchbed.
Hey. I just said they were my parents. I never claimed that they made any sense.
But yeah. Trying to get everything together still: gathering up all my clothes and books, pictures and associated stuff. I should get things more together than I am, but attempting to organize this whole business of moving out is like pulling teeth right now. I did a lot of cool things this summer, but I have to admit I didn't think I'd be quite as irresponsible as I have been. But hey: nothing cuts the stress of a summer job like playing Diablo II, or swimming, or hanging with friends, and... yeah. And having Web Guy Josiah here with me has probably been a gigantic distraction, but I would've given it up for the world. But EEH, I said no more gushing, and honest, no more from me. Really. Just getting a little overwhelmed by stuff. And we all know how stuff can do THAT.
I have - with much help from my good friend Brandon - a new store design in the works, which I hope to be the newest in a brand new line of excellent designs, all sorts of nifty stuff for you to get. YAY! I'd hoped to get the first in more quickly, but rest assured, it'll be around sometime after the move. So I might just say - you got any suggestions for designs or other random ideas, NOW is the time. Indeedy.
Well, it's that time again. I've gotta flee, but be well and peace out.
One for my homies,
Annie "Blue" VM
Well I talked about it
Put it on
Never was it true
But it's you
I fell into
- Foo Fighters
"Big Me"
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