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Monday, December 27, 2004


I'm at a point where I'm starting to get irritable about the smallest things. Like a random phrase that I suddenly decide I don't like, so anyone who uses it annoys the crap out of me. Or people who don't agree with my beliefs, or who have totally annoying different ones.

I think maybe once I get back on my own turf, with my own kitchen and bed and kitties, this will go away.


Blogger joolz said...

I know what you mean, yo. The lady at the movie next to me today was eating her popcorn with her mouth open the whole movie and I wanted to kill her. I refrained, but it was so distracting.

5:09 PM  
Blogger Leanne said...

I know it's not necessarily what you mean, but it warms me a bit to hear you call Alabama your "own turf." I'm happy that you're making it a home, even if it's not ideal.

6:40 PM  

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