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So just like my real journal, I've been neglecting my entries in this one. I consider this to be a fake journal. I mean who actually wants to post all their deep, private thoughts to anyone with internet access? Not me. I'm in this to occasionally rant, make some comments, or keep track of what I've been up to since I have a terrible memory. So of course you must be eager to know what I have been up to. Recently I went to the Cape again. I am not a tourist, by the way. Brett and I hung out and had the best time together. We saw some pretty nice fireworks on the fourth. He drove me around as usual. I had to drive myself around while he was at work. His tiny little cousin became my biggest fan and wouldn't let me go. I also got to meet Brett's fascinating and hilarious uncle Ed. I want to have an uncle like that. I've got to tell you people that though you may think that you or someone you know is the wittiest and most intelligent person, you've got nothin on this guy. Even Brett, my god of a man, wishes he could be like his uncle. I would like to take this time to say that I am the luckiest girl in the world. Ladies, I don't mean to rub it in your face but you might as well give up on your search for the perfect man. I've found him. He's mine mine mine. And you best keep your hands off, too. I may not seem intimidating, but when I get angry... I don't know why but I had to declare that. Maybe because I already miss my sweetheart and I just got home from a trip to see him. Target called me about my application, though I wasn't around. Do you think they'll hire me if I tell them I have to take two weeks off in about two weeks? I may have to shorten my annual two-week trip to Maine this year. That's kinda not a bad thing...I mean it is Maine. Maine can be kinda creepy. Post a comment in response: |
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