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[Mar. 19th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
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Ok so
1. I'm going to end up being a 60 year old woman living with 10+ cats. I'll die within the next year from some outbreak related to vicious feral catbites. It will kill many poor people and the government will have to cover it up.
2. I am never going to date ever because the first guy I date will make me incredibly mindless and we'll bang the first date and then about 2 situations later, oh shit, I'm pregnant. My dad won't be able to take that, he's going to make me get an abortion, I'll live through life scarred and buy cats to make myself feel better. This will make me so poor that I'm going to have to also eat the same food they do (cat food) and my clothes will be from dumpsters, I'll live in the doldrums of Manhattan and pretty much live in some ghetto shack.
3. Nobody will ever stop asking me "do you have a boyfriend yet?" until the cat smell drives everyone away.
THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT LOL
When did I start thinking like this? : (
Also, New York was pretty cool -- I ended up giving $30 to a street preformer -- I guess I'll explain by saying "we ate at a nice restarunt to make ourselves feel happy and elated since all the shops were closed and we couldn't by material goods to enhance memories and look cool." Actually, I know at least 2 people got sunglasses so technically I'm lying. Uhmm we saw a saxaphone player, and some hoboe giving himself a spongebath around the Metropolitan. The flowers inside smelt lovely, I collected prisoner adresses, and I missed Pandora's Box today because although I mentioned the meeting I completely forgot after talking to Holly, the next thing I thought was, "oh I should call joy!"
Harharhar, gj me. |
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1. I'm going to end up being a 60 year old woman living with 10+ cats.
I'll be joining ya. Rofl.
NO YOU WON'T > : (
Although living with a (few) cat(s) and a family is totally cool. : )
geez Michele, low self-esteem much?
Seriously, my mom constantly worries how you're doing. She keeps asking me "Did Michele get her SAT scores yet?" (how tf should I know?) "Does Michele know what college she's going to? What about after she gets back from Germany? Where's she going? blahlbalhbalhablhahlbhlah..." Yeah....
So, don't disappoint my mom. Or your dad. Do something with your life besides getting clothes from dumpsters, or being like that hobo taking a spongebath. "You gotsa reach down deep inside and ask yourself, 'Is this what I really want?' and decide what it is you desire more." Uhm, yeah...
But....when/if (hopefully when) you find yourself a "lucky" guy, I'd be more than willing to talk to you about relationships and stuff and offer some advice. Ya know.
"lucky" indeed. : P
And yeah -- he wasn't facing us or anything but it was behind some wall next to the food court. : ( I was sort of worried about him, and also about people in the food court -- what if some kid saw him?
I did read an essay about dumpster diving today, though, come to think of it. I mean, as a foodsource it didn't seem very good (the guy got dysentery every month) and one like he kept saying was "everyone threw this out for a reason." But it seemed like an interesting way to find stuff out about people, but sort of sad -- lots of discarded wedding albums and all.
I did get my SATs back by the way, and I have no idea what's after the University of Maryland.
Well, what's the scores?!
Give me the math, english, and essay scores individually. And then I can find out myself the total score. It's a rare known fact that I can indeed add. :D
You've inspired me to get lots of cats.
And while I'm at it I might as well start aging. And, um, eating. It sounds like fun. Gosh, I wish I could remember what species I am. : (
Low self-esteem isn't contagious, but it might as well be so it'll be easier to find friends when you're feeling low. Maybe I should buy a magic mirror. One that says, "You're gorgeous!" every time I look into it. That would be heavenly. And annoying. | |
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