Tuesday, September 17, 2002
I'm irritated, and I'm tired, and I just saw a HUGE roach crawl out of my sink and into the cabinet below. I have this overwhelming urge to punch something, hard. Why is it that 102 little things can go right in your day, but the really important things always go horribly wrong? Oh wait, that's just the way things happen for me, not anyone else. I feel like my life is some punchline to a cruel, little joke.
Oh, and, Happy Birthday Krisit!
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Oh, and, Happy Birthday Krisit!
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