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2009-11-10 18:58:59 ET I woke up and ate a peanut butter sandwich in bed. Being me is a lot like being a seven year old boy. Except when I roll over and feel like a fatty. Then I'm totally a teenage girl. Then, all three cats end up in bed with me and I'm suddenly 45. Oh, then I stand at my window and listen in on the conversation in backyard over between the lady next door (bitch) and some man with an awful Rhode Island accent (moron). Now I'm like 75. It's 12:00 and I should shower and try to feel more like myself. (I should mess with my hair for an hour, try on a bunch of clothes, clean feverishly for a while, read, maybe sew for a bit, watch some movies & fall asleep.) It's not a bad life. |
