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happy birthday dad.
i hope it was a good one.
sorry- this whole blog thing is so hard for me. i forget about it, and then aimee reminds me everyday and i always forget by the end of the day. but, here i am now.
things have been good. everything is good.
i owe money to about everyone i know right now.
and i owe 40 dollars to work, cuz we are pitching in to get a baby gift for someone. ouch. and i just gave em ten dollars the other day. i mean i am not a penny pincher, but did you ever see that friends where ross moves into his new apartment and the first night he is there a neighbor knocks on his door and asks him for a 100 bucks for the janitors going away party.---visions of that episode have flown through my mind... it is a funny one.
i have seen kelly a lot lately.
she is so funny. she says the most off the wall things. and somehow, i get it. and i laugh. hard. and a lot.
k this is short. i know. but i'll try to be better. i wish i wasn't boring. i'm going to mexico friday so maybe monday i'll have good stories.
bye kids.

LOSER??

i am a loser for many reasons.
i have not blogged in forever. why. like i am busy. i work. that's it. i must admit my social life is just flying off the charts. hahaha. i'm just lazy. pure lazy.
i'm also i loser for spending money. i have spent so much money in the last month. it. is. out. of. control. you name it, probably have bought it.
loser reason number three. my cramps have been out of control. now, honestly. that sucks. what sucks even more is that the only time they don't hurt is when i am running. convenient eh.
how was everybody's fourth? mine was amazing. all american dream meal. mac and cheese, pork and beans and watermelon. layed out all day. i didn't get fried though. VERY happy about that. its probably cuz my skin is so used to being burned. whateva.
my moms sense of humor is out of control. she was like.. oh-i heard al gores son got sent to jail for drugs. i said-- oh so did i.
she said-- what are you doing out of jail?
mom. now really. would i look like the type to go to jail. no no no, do drugs????
saw my friend RUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTY (his real name is dusty, but i call him rusty and when i say it i say is like it is some nasty swear word) last night. he just got home from his mission to tonga. so i heard a lot of mission stories. needless to say... don't know if i am that strong. or.... maybe tonga is just that bad.
maybe i'm a baby.
ok. i'm out.
so i went to bed at 2. then woke up at six. al. my one week off.
out of control.
nice how the body works. actually just my body.