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Whoa! I really did not like the French's dipping sauce ad or the pizza bites ad. Yuk! My tummy was already hurting. What a bummer that lj had gone this route. I don't even know what I logged on to write now. I'm so amazed at the crappy ads. I think I was going to talk about how I need to pull myself together and make my daughter's life good, even if it makes me miserable. So what, I have to clean all the time, and then go to work. I shouldn't fuss about it; I should just do it and be glad I have an amazing little girl to love. |
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Thanksgiving and I am baked. No, stuffed. I have had a wonderful day. I made an apple-cranberry pie and rye bread for our short but sweet feast. Joe's mom cooked a fresh turkey, and I think it honestly was the best I've ever tasted. I am starting to also enjoy her stuffing with the liver cut up in it--tasty. Stopped taking my prozac. The insurance wouldn't pay for it. But I feel really good. Just normal. Maybe now that I have my life in order, I can finally go off of it. It's been a week, with no ill effect. Aleda is also fine. I did miss my family today. I cannot wait to see them again. |
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Oh, I can't upload logged on as myself because the photos are under the other user's files. |
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Alright, alright. So I got my internet disconnected. I may be giving my fairly new macintosh laptop to mom and dad for x-mas. Because I'm broke, more or less. Their computer is circa 1989. It's quite pathetic. Really, I need to sell the laptop or give it away. My parents paid off 10,000 dollars of my culinary school loan, so, why not? Of course, I will have to erase A LOT of stuff. I've been knitting some. Not much has changed. I'm still fat and on prozac. Well, maybe not FAT by American standards. I'm not as shallow as this sounds. |
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I want to go to the beach. Why don't I just go to the beach, then? Instead, I sit here, online, looking at craigslist for...what? I don't know? A life?
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I haven't taken my prozac in days, and I feel fine. Happy, even. It has a long half-life, so maybe this will all hit me in 3 weeks, just in time for pms. Goodness. I do have scruples, but I am not beyond self-medicating for that serotonin lapse just before the blood flows. I went back to work full-time today. It kicked my ass. Gosh, I should really get paid more. I made an appointment with an employment agency today. They already have my resume. I meet them next week. I hope I find something new eventually. Unfortunately, I learned that the pastry chef postiion I didn't get is once again open! So, try, try again. I told bf I would meet him at the pool, but I'm too lazy to move from my bed. The cool ocean breeze is blowing in the window. So delightful! Two major obstacles...1). My swimsuit is bunched up, wet, in a plastic bag, in my car, where it has been FOR OVER A WEEK!, and 2). I need to shave my pubes. Is it really worth it? I need to get up at 5 a.m. to bake tomorrow, which means going to bed at 9 p.m., which means, no, it is not really worth it. Wow, that breeze is truly delightful. Just cool clean air brushing on my sweaty skin.
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