Monday, November 30, 2009
The cherry.
And to top off my wonderful (aka god fucking awful) Sex and the City horoscope life? I am now in the middle of watching the episode where Miranda thinks she is stood up for a date when really her date died. Both times of getting stood up by this guy I thought/kinda wished something bad had happened to him to make him not call me. Thinking something bad had happened would mean I hadn't been stood up, but thinking that is like when I did some time in the ER during nursing school. When it was slow we would get bored and wish for something to happen, but then we would realize that we were wishing for someone to be so injured or sick that they had to come to the emergency room. It takes a toll on your concionce. <--The Jimminy Cricket thing, it won't come up in spell-check.
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