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ok. post. because. yeah. haven't lately!


so.  i'm going bullety because that's maybe the only way i can get this together.

• THE NEW HULK MOVIE.  rock.
• this weekend i packed my laptop for no good reason, totally expecting to use it.  then my brother decided to take me places.  wtf, bro?  also, heh, thanks.  because... I HAD PLANS.  fina-fucking-ly.
• cutie-pie attendant guy from marion, il.  nuff said.  *wishes she had a pic*
• BIG. BANG. FIC.  i didn't write it because me + deadlines never happens.  so.  i'm reading them ALL.  for once.  not just a porn reader am i, oh no.  so.  THEY ROCK.  i am so glad i keep up with shit like that.
• i missed the zombie apocalypse.  *sadface*  leave it to me to be holed up in bumfuck evansville and TOTALLY MISS THE END OF THE WORLD.
• my brother is still trying to buy a house.  but at least he's going with me to chicago when i take the fucking Air Traffic Controller test in a couple of weeks so... yay?
• AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER TEST.  so, i applied for that and got a letter back saying i should take the test.  and if i can cope with the stress of the job (or whatever the fuck they measure in that test, my god), i'll... have a job?  have an interview?  maybe move to the friendly neighborhood airport near you and CRASH PLANES because i think i have no talent whatsover, right?
• um.  sorry.  just got sidetracked with talking to MY BOYFRIEND for the first time in a week and a fucking half.  damn you, Juanboy.  GET IT TOGETHER or don't be mad if i start talking to other guys.  SERIOUSLY.  i could've had cutie-pie attendant guy like THAT.  i bet he would've fucking called.
  
• gas is 4.15 a gallon, y'all.  THAT AIN'T RIGHT.  i don't have enough of a paycheck for this.
• my sister and her husband FAIL at being a family.  they should fucking get a divorce now before they ruin my niece's life.  (also, if my webber dies of AIDS, i swear to god i'm ripping that bastard a new one.)
• um.  DIFLUCAN is the WONDERDRUG.  or maybe it was that i didn't... CUT FOR TMI OHMYGOD.  i will not inflict that sentence on you ever again.  not even in thought.
  
• doctor's appointment tomorrow, so i hope like hell i've lost a couple pounds so she can LAY OFF.  my god, if i hear her say one more time that she fucking cares about me, i will call her out to her FACE.  (this is brought to you by her office being open, but the doctor not coming in for 5 hours.  and by the way that she told me taking care of my mom is noble, but not a reason why i should not be taking care of myself.  which, yeah. no.)

gah, ok.  this was totally supposed to have more substance, but ... boyfriend.  plus boss.  plus getting off work in like... 10 minutes is killing my ability to think.

more on life and whatnot when i can get a clue.