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Thursday, June 15th, 2006
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Well, I'm working, per usual. I wish it was already time to go to school so that Tim could give me a pedicure. I gave him a pretty awesome manicure yesterday, it involved some "finger milking" and "indian infernoing". Boys should always wear nail polish, even if it's clear. I love clear finger nail polish right now. Additionally, when we have a salon, we're changing our names to "Tom Kat" and "Allee Kat", per The Black KAT salon idea. We called KArma "Bob Kat"...she wasn't really down with that name. That's all I have for now.
xoxox
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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
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Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
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Saturday, April 30th, 2005
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I never write in this thing anymore. I just like to lurk on everyone else's LJ. I am very tired right now. So tired. So tired. I haven't had a day off in almost two weeks. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Everyone's like, "But you get overtime." Fuck overtime! I want to see my baby. He doesn't even know that I'm his momma anymore. I never get to see him. He's always asleep when I get home. My back hurts really bad. I interviewed some people yesterday. Maybe I will get some employees soon and not have to work 100+ hours. I am so tired. My feet hurt. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. My life hurts. I wish I had time to "hang out". I never get to see anyone. I just want to sleep at my new home and watch my new TV and cook on my new stove and cool things in my new fridge. It's too much to ask. I'm tired of this Seelbach Nazi Regime. I'm outta here.
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Monday, January 31st, 2005
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when you have nothing else.
revert to your revolting past.
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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
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"In sum, the silicone-ized breast is to the natural boob what AstroTurf is to fine, soft, sweet Kentucky bluegrass. Most prefer the real thing, and even a novice can tell the difference."
I like that it references "AstroTurf" and "sweet Kentucky bluegrass". That makes me happy.
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Monday, November 1st, 2004
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Sunday, October 24th, 2004
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Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
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Work has been really difficult lately. Everyone is pretty much responsive and cool, except a few player haters. I fucking hate tattletales. It's probably one of my least favorite things of all time. It reminds me of my sister. Why is there always someone who is trying to make themself appear better by telling lies about everyone else. The truth will come out and they will all be gone. Maybe. I hope. I worked yesterday, my normal day off, but Ryrie worked for me the other day so I could go to the shop and get my arm finished. Kirsten Dunst came in yesterday will her gay man/elitest friends entourage. It was semi-cool, but not really. She is clearly a snob. She drinks a Grande Awake Hot Tea with steamed Vanilla Soy Milk. Soy milk is definitely some sort of status symbol today. However, she did sign a Starbucks cup. Also, she wasn't as bony as I had imagined her to be in real life. She was thin and looked pretty much the way she looks on screen. She had on some big, covetable, designer sunglasses and some fashion forward clothing, per usual. My arm itches. It's peeling so bad. The worst stage after getting tattooed, the gross peely stage. Jude is insane now. He wants to walk sooooooooooo bad. He also loves Shrek. I'm not sure why, but it's the only movie he's psyched about. He is supersmart and it is one of the more intelligent children's movies, so what can I say? We still haven't been able to go to the house. So sad. More pictures need to be taken. I wish Ryan would let us photograph her nude. The could be some awesome artsy shots to be taken.
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I just heard something real funny. "Oh, did my back hurt your knife." That's funny shit. I got my medusa finished. The color is premiere. Steve G is working up there now. I'm totally going to have to let him do some work on me. I had an interview today. It was the strangest interview I think I've ever had. There were really no interview questions, the dude just talked, a lot. Too much. It was like some weird coffee cult that I didn't understand. He was all, "Tell me everything you know about green tea." C'mon. How does that access my skills in any way? It was creepy. I was scared, but my fishnets were hot and that's all I care about. I think Jasmine and I are hitting up the Nitty Gritty later. We need things for our visit to "the house" tomorrow. I'm so psyched about the photos from the other day, we can pick them up tonight.
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Life has hit an all time low. I'm starting to really like Dashboard Confessional. Took photos at the creepiest of all houses yesterday. There were bones. Bones, nigga bones. It was like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre minus the chainsaw. Jasmine and I were prepared for zombies and carnage. I was armed with an ink pen and she was armed with piece of broken railing from a stairwell. There were old fridges with rotted things still inside them and scary bathtubs and a very dark cellar that we did not venture into. After we got nerve damage from the house, we got Kashmir from our Indian friend. The Indian was swell, the food, we didn't eat our friend. Then ventured to Target for some essential $.98 trouser socks, a black collared shirt and magazines. Held back the urge to buy school supplies. I think I'm going to go back to school in the summer. It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately. Got home around 10:30. Talked my my buddy Jeff. I'm glad he is my friend. He makes me feel better when I cry. Talked to various other internet personalities. Called the J-man. Had to ask if he was my "real friend". Talked a minute about Ryan and John. Andy woke up. Got mad at me. I slept on the couch for about 3 hours. And here I am. Work sucks. I need to determine a way to make money by watching horror dvds all day. That would be my dream job.
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Still on vacation. Pretty lame. Ready to be home. Ready to be with friends. Miss Ryan and Jasmine. Even kinda miss work a little bit. Jude is doing so many cool things now...sitting up on his own...trying to stand...crawling. It's weird that I had a child almost nine months ago. It's weird to think that just a few years ago I was just hanging out. I had no responsibilities. It's weird that friends aren't really friends anymore. It makes me sad. Why can't I express that? Where'd all that go? Where did time go? Hmm.
Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. It was pretty awesome. There were some definitely brutal parts. It makes me sad to see footage of dead/almost dead children. Bones hanging out of flesh. Faces burned by Napalm. Sad. Really sad. But, it was truthful. I like truth. I like to hear the truth. Sometimes.
Got some nice NARS make-up today. The names of their products are so great. I have a rouge called "Orgasm". YES! YES! YES!
Joining the Y when I get home. Hope to get in shape. Hope to not cut my hair. Hope to be the Dita Von Teese of the south. Then Marilyn Manson will want to be my boyfriend, but we will not date. I will only let him buy me nice things and touch my boobs. That's the kind of relationship we will have. Boobs not bombs.
Tomorrow, I will be home. Late. After midnight late. You know what it means if someone calls you after 10 pm? Booty call. Random. Mindless. Bored. I wonder if the new Lucky is at my house, yet. Hmm. Bills to pay when I get back. No money until Wednesday. Maybe good tips this week.
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This weekend, I was informed that when someone is irate and in a GD rage and yelling at you for something that you did not do that it means that they love you. Interesting. Very interesting. All I can think of is "Wicked Game", the HIM version. Also, sometimes, I like to play "6 degrees of separation of Andrea's life", but it is in a weird way that is not the "6 degrees of Kevin Bacon" at all. I guess my game is more of a "What if?" of my life game. Everyone should try it. It's like, if you remove one pivotal person, your whole life would be non-existent.
=-- Today's show was brought to you in part by the letter "A" and the word "Duh". ---
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You always had a way of making exceptions for everyone one else. Please, this time could you make one for me?
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