i am not going to say sorry. i am not going to feel bad. it's just not worth it. i've been writing in that white journal since october twenty something and that's just that. i have shit written in 85 million places and i have finally acknowledged here and in my head and in my little black book that i need to consolidate.
i hate it when people apologize unnecessarily anyway. i'm SORRY. no. you aren't. and also, you shouldn't be. just don't be a dick and you're fine. i am not going to get all up in your grill about not picking a candy bar fast enough. but i think we've had this talk before.
the cyber world is giving me a cyber headache. passwords, usernames, roboform to the rescue? skydrive, google apps, skype...be boo bah boo be bo beep. mci commercial? from the 80s? uncertain. i think it goes with bone-oh-lock-a-peek-eye? noises i can't get out of my head.
and in conclusion....we're 12 weeks in and what do i have to show for it? a mastery of the expense report, more notes in more places, two new pals from texas and a semi-reasonable wardrobe. what ELSE do i have?
oh lots. i thought we weren't condemning the nations of rachel's life.
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