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Today I received an email stating that someone had sent in a request to reset the password associated with this account. To this I say: 

Shitfuck. It sure as dick wasn't me.
pout

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Is it coffee grinds or coffee grounds? Are coffee grinds before the fact and coffee grounds after? I just don't know.

It's been bothering me all day.
lipstick

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I've grown bored with the internet. My online life consists of three websites, excluding shopping. 

I need some quality sites to visit, something that will pass the time when I'm bored- like I am today. I shouldn't really shop anymore, Myspace is becoming a bore, and here I find myself with very little to say. I've taken up reading my horoscope. I think an intervention is almost necessary.

If you're one of my friends, you pretty much know what my interests are. I'm a one-trick pony like that. 

Recommend something for me!
enough of you

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One of two things happened last night:

1.) There was a mega-storm at like 4 AM that kept waking me up.

2.) The dead have finally risen, walked across Cranbury Road, and proceeded to scratch at my windows and pop off M-80's while I tried to sleep. 

In either case, I'm tired.

lipstick

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Uh PS- Coffee dates? Coffee dates?? Do people actually do that? According to MSN they do. And there's rules, to boot. I thought that a "would you like to join me for coffee?" invite was just a line 40-something actors say in crappy movies and TV shows to their age appropriate, America's Sweetheart counterparts.

lipstick

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If I ever decide to have children, the main reason would be so that I could share this poem with them:






I'm in love with this. I was just getting rid of some junk on my computer, and I came across some pictures that I'd saved from this, after I'd first seen it and was smitten. I don't know why I never thought about posting it for people who've never been privy, but watch it. Because it's wonderful, and it makes me squish my nose and raise my shoulders while I giggle.

lipstick

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I'm not one for nature and such, but if you happen to be reading this right now- right now being the second I post it- check the sky out. It's really pretty. The sun is covered by a huge blanket of puffy white clouds, and the light coming in behind is making them look all rippley. I did happen to notice this as sat in my car and drank coffee, wearing sunglasses, looking out of my sunroof. So, my perception may be a little tinted. If it doesn't look like a magical land of dancing leprechauns, you have my apologies. I woke up chipper. 

That is... until I opened up a bottle of Dasani water and drank half of it. It tastes like stale cigarette ash. The bottle says it's bottled in Bellafonte, PA. I have no idea where that is in PA, but I'm sure it's close enough to NJ that all of the pollution from our beautiful oil refineries has trickled into their water supply. I might as well just drink Milltown tap, and that tastes like fish corpse rubbed with rotten garlic. 

Anyway, last night was a terrific night for documentary television. I'm going to listen to Confessions of a Serial Killer and fall back asleep. No matter how much my life changes, the important stuff- like my choice in fine programming, always stays the same.