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spring is a fucking disaster for dieting. why? samoas and creme eggs. thank god they’re seasonal, i really would weigh 750lbs. i could easily eat 15 of each at a sitting. luckily, i ate the box of samoas and all of the creme eggs now (3 big ones, and 1 package of minis over two weeks, bleh!) and now i’m done. no more. they’re so good though, so fucking good. skinny pants are better though, and they really are my favorites. i did another meat free day today and probably will do another tomorrow. somehow, that helps me through and back into good eating. i did yoga today as well. it’s not as relaxing with a cat trying to ride you the whole time.

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so my new friend (who i suppose should get a name soon) and i are going to get a table at a local wiccan festival in a month or so. that’s going to be fun, i think. it’ll be a long day, but i think i can pull it off. i just have to plan carefully. it’s good for the business, and socially too. 11am-6pm. i’m going to nap hard afterward, i’ll tell you that much.

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so, bateman and i listen to white noise while we sleep. it helps to drown out the horrible yipping dogs we seem to be surrounded by. anyway, for the past two nights, and yes, this is unexplainable, in the middle of the sounds of the ocean, there is a woman screaming. actually, she’s more like mournfully wailing. this doesn’t seem to appear on the mp3, but both bateman and i hear her screaming at the same time so it’s not a hallucination. i really really cannot figure out what the fuck the problem is, but if there’s something that’s not soothing, it’s being half asleep, listening to the ocean, and then suddenly hearing a woman finding her dead kid in the surf, or some similar sound. tonight, we go back to the long soothing rain.

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i need to sell a pint of blood so i can afford new razors. are they coating those things with gold? wtf is up with the prices on these tiny chips of metal?

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3 more days. sunday. i’m actually sure that we’ve gone longer now. i don’t think kas and i actually made it the 5 years, but i can’t remember our anniversary anymore, so i can’t be sure. still, bateman and i have declared 5 years the official starting point of our own strangeland. i’m so excited for it, i hardly know what to do with myself. i hope we can find something fun to do. we can’t really swing gifts right now, but still, we should do something.

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ug. i just got deflated. is edwards going to pull out because his wife is having a relapse? say it ain’t so.

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