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I have so much crap I have to do today at my house. Things are WAY out of order and the fridge is gross. I can’t wait to be in a bigger place or at least a more well thought out place. I hate this house. Hate hate hate! the only good thing about it is cheap rent. There should at least be a few good things about the place you live in.

The chocolate Optimum Nutrition 100%Whey Gold protein is delicious! I’ve been avoiding it since I got it a couple months ago. The vanilla is almost gone, though, and something must be done. So I tried it and its even better than vanilla. It’s just as good with water as the vanilla is with milk. Plus it goes better with the peanut butter and almonds than the vanilla does. Hurrah!

I want Subway.

 I’m so sick of being sick. So sick, in fact, that I OD’d on narcotic cough syrup last night and have spent my day in a big old loop. Or maybe I was trying to kill myself because someone accidentally called me… *gasp* Rebekkah. *GASP* Which, I understand, there are some similarities. It still makes me sick to my stomach.

There’s a waterski competition today in Zachary, and I’d really like to go but I have so much crap to be doing. Better crap, honestly. Like Elisha’s birthday party and Karaoke with Tammy. Not me singing karaoke. No, never. Laughing at people singing karaoke.

I had considered going to ‘the river’ today, but I would have puked all in the water and that’s just nasty. My pepperoni pizza lean pocket made me throw up earlier, so I can’t imagine what the not-so-delicious sunshine beaming down on my sick-as-shit body would do to me. That lean pocket was delicious! My stomach thought not.

Last night was my first night at home in I think 4 or 5 days. I had to come home because I am sick with some crap and I need to detox. Plus, I missed my cats. Plus, Seth missed Burnout3.

So anyway, I don’t have to work until tomorrow, so I thought I’d get to just sit around and do nothing until tomorrow morning. Nope. not even going to happen. My uncle needs to be taken to Baton Rouge for some appointment that he said was tomorrow.  This is a 50 minute trip, and that’s just one-way. I got paid crap last week, so I told them I couldn’t do it unless they paid for the gas. The way I’m feeling, they should have  to PAY me. To go. Like a job. Because that will be what it’s going to be like.

I haven’t posted in a while, have I? I actually have had a lot to say, too. I just have way too much going on, mostly in my head, to even think about sitting in front of the computer anymore. I’d usually rather lie in bed until I fall asleep to make thoughts pass quicker. It sounds sad, but this will pass. Everything always does. I know I’ve criticized the phrase because there are some things that definitely don’t apply, but I’m maybe going to adopt the “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” approach. Again, I’m being vague. I need to seriously consider trying meditation again.

I got a super-sunburn. It’s not so much super as SUPER-OUCH! The really sad part is how I did it on purpose. I didn’t expect it to lastvery long, though. My no-ad glitter junk hasn’t failed me until now. It used to make me burn for a total of 24 hours, then fade it right to a pretty golden tan. I’m going to get skin cancer so bad! On my belly! Showers, work, and sleeping on my belly have been made miserable thanks to one bad idea. Oh yeah, notice how my belly button hole is white. White! Insult to injury in it’s purest form.

I’m supposed to be on here starting my “School of Retail Selling” class. I got on, Vanni was online, so I decided to show him my sunburn. Then I started reading Lavish. Then i decided to post something here. Eventually I will get to it. I need to. Apparently, I’m a Hippo when it comes to retail selling. I want to be a lion or at the very least, an otter!

I ate Chinese yesterday (stupid) and my fortune cookie was awesome. I know it will be an important bit of advice sometime, so I’m keeping it in my wallet, right next to my identity.

Also, to someone who will never read this, I actually have to get my life straight too, you douche. Everyone does. You’re not special. Look, I kind of feel better. Kind of.

And to someone else, Why are you making yourself so inaccessible for this conversation that WILL happen one day? One day soon, too. Do you see it coming, or are you actually avoiding it on accident? Nope. this one didn’t make me feel a bit better.