weiners, losers, cowards and me.
The Saskatoon Symphony is having their annual book & music sale right now, folks. It's dangerous there. Dangerous, I tell ya. I spent $46 today and got the 19 novels pictured above PLUS 2 hard-to-find independent Canadian CD releases still shrink-wrapped. Holy canoli.
I hate it when life is not quite what you want it to be. My massage therapist would tell me that I need to do more active visualization, with maybe a few mantras thrown in for good measure. "I am a happy and loving person..." yada yada yada. All I know is that I'm not quite sure why it's so damn hard to find someone to marry and impregnate me. Maybe if I hadn't spent those 2 formative years overseas I would have had a high-school sweetheart to marry, have kids with, and go through a bitter divorce. But no, I'm still single, somewhat, and the proverbial fishes all have hookmarks through their mouths from being thrown back. Oy vey.
posted by miss.nicola @ 7:17 p.m.
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Baby, you know as well as the rest of us that the high school sweetheart thing always ends tragically -- either you relaize you;ve become white trash, or you realize he;s fucking the babysitter, the maid, or both -- and haas internet prospects as well.
FInd it when you know who you are -- and if anyone's in touch with that shit, it's you! Love ya! Oh yeah, and where's my post-exam massage????? hmmmmm? ;-)
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