AHHRRR!!

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This fucking weather. It's been rainy & miserable for the past two weeks & now as the sun comes out I'm sick. Beyong sick, I'm also frustrated to all hell with my ecomonic status. I'm also not one to bemoan my situation into unsolicited ears, but I feel like venting. So to save my girlfriend &/or roommate &/or Ask-a-Nurse the disglamorous (shut it!) position of having to listen to my filthy whining I've chosen to create a list here of all the things currently irking me.

• money. Always tops the list doesn't it? Unless you're giving beejers to Gates or selling crack to middle schoolers you ain't got enough.

• life sustaining plastic tubes. Soooo, the hubbubiddybubbub is over-rover, is it? I still don't care. I'm still pissed. Terri "blink-blink" Schiavo didn't want to be alive, she didn't want anything 'cause she was brain dead & she's still brain dead 'cause she's DEAD. & mister John Paul "no aboration cause we need more Terri Schiavos in this world" the Second has been about as important to the Catholic church for the past two years as my right nipple has so why don't all y'all grieving the pope come on over & start worshipping my grieving nipple. & yes, you know what I mean.

• 47 Monroe St. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of living in Historic Whitaker {"screw Idaho & their arrowheads, we've got dirty needles!"} & I love my roomie but things have been eerie around here recently. Maybe it's that I've just not been around. Maybe it's communication. Maybe it's time to start saving (see point one).

• dolly. I love this cat. Hey, you remember like six months ago, when I tried to explain to Dolly what daylight savings was by setting her down in front of two clocks set an hour apart? Yeah? Well I tried again as we sprung forward yesterday but her butt smelled so bad I had to go vomit in the kitchen sink. Yeah, she's been smelly mighty foul recently.

Ok, that's enough. There's more, I'm sure, but I feel better now. Thanks.