Busy as a Bee...

It's hard to update every day. I thought at first it wouldn't be so hard, but every time I think I can sit down and work on this webpage something comes up. Yesterday I swear the phone rang about sixteen times and everytime I'd pick up the phone I'd be all, "Hello?" and nobody wouuld be there.

I spent most of today playing with Precious. I rarely find days where it's nice and sunny like today, so I pumped Catherine full of sixteen Benadryl after I made her eat five meatloaf sandwiches, waited for her to fall asleep and took Precious out for a play. She's so pretty, my puppy.

Can I tell you how excited I am about Sex and the City starting soon? I can't even sleep sometimes. New ideas for clothes! Last year's flower on Carrie's head? The best thing about 2000, I swear.

Huh. It occurs to me that I never gave you my email address. It's lotionandthebasket@hotmail.com. I don't know how to do that email thingy, but I'll figure it out. You know, where it links? I think that's so cool.

And I thought I wasn't going to do this, but I'm only human. Plus, I really only wanted to make it for myself, to keep a list of things I want to buy someday. oh, and so you can buy me lots of gifts. Ha! Just kidding. Sorta. Anyway, I made a wish list. Don't send hate mail! Actually, I guess you could send hate mail. I don't get much mail at all these days. My guestbook is practically empty.

I'm really angry about a certain webpage but I don't want to link to it right now because I don't want to draw any attention to it. But you know sometimes you make friends with a certain journaller and that journaller thinks that he or she is "all that" and then has lots of attention and praise and gets all busy and then can't even write back to you even when you write him or her something that's really, really funny!! And the thing is, I'm not even asking for a link or somethjing, even though that would make me happier, i guess, and fix everything, but he or she was like, my friend, and now he or she is just sort of ignoring my emails. I mean, like yesterday, I sent at least fifteen emails early in the morning as I was going through his or her archives and I was responding to every entry, and all he or she did was write back this stupid fucking generic "thank you for reading" email that realloy pissed me off because I worked really hard on my loetters and gave up Precious and Catherine time for it.

Oh, and Catherine. She's one step closer to getting killed each and every day, I swear. You know what I really hate about Catherine? She's a big fucking cheater. The other day we were playing Scrabble, and I lowered the tile bag down the bucket to her and she totally looked inside the bag before she picked her new letters. I saw her do it. I saw her with my own eyes. She says she didn't and that she just lucked out with that seven letter word on the triple word score, but I swear I saw her peeking into the bag. She's a big liar. I hate her. I got so mad I accidentally overpoked her and she passed out after all the screaming and we never even got to finish the game so I ended up just winning by default. AGAIN. I hate that even more because it's not even like3 I"m really winning at that point and more like I'm just sort of winning without having to play. And we don't play Trivial Pursiut anymore because Catherine hasn't even shut up about that one time she won, like, a month ago. she's a very soar winner.

I am totally crushing on Heath Ledger right now and I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Okay. I'm tired. This always happens. I hate my webpage.

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