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Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003
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11:05p
I am kind of getting pissed about Shasta making the plans for my birthday. I appreciate that she is doing it because I don't like to plan my own birthday parties but she is asking me to pay for everything. I don't mind chipping in (which, by the way, I never make anyone else do for their birthdays). She wants to drink at the hotel while we get ready. She asked me to go to the liquor store and pick up a few bottles. I said okay but I was thinking gee, it is my birthday. Why should I have to buy your booze (all I drink is stoli and she hates vodka). Personally, I think it is up to her and my other friends to do that stuff but whatever. I was only planning on spending $100 at my party but I think I am looking at closer to $200. She wants to do dinner before we go out, I am chipping in for the hotel, and splitting gas and tolls with Jess. That is all in addition to my drinks at the bar. This is beginning to get costly.
Work sucked. Blah blah blah. You have heard it all before. I won't bore you again.
Interview tomorrow. Whoopie.
I want to sleep in tomorrow but I also want to look presentable for my interview. So I took the day off of work but I still have to get up at the ass crack of dawn. Lucky me.
Goodnight.
current mood:  moody crash into me
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