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I'm not a little girl.
I'm not your whore.
I'm not your toy.
I'm not a little girl.

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I'm not a little girl.
I'm not your whore.
I'm not your toy.
I'm not a little girl.

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Okay. It's 12:30. That's basically 8 hours until Nsync! I'm seriously such a big freakin' dork I just explained the whole concept of watching the box office to my father which is why I'm heading over so early. He just listened politely and told me to have fun.

To Do:

1: Shower.
2: Go to work and cash a check. Pick up painting supplies.
3: Go to Walgreens and pick up film.
4: Fabric. Find fabric for the FKA sign we will be making in the parking lot of the FU Center.
5: Glasses. If they're done, go get 'em.
6: Supplies for the looong wait.
7: Pick up Julia.
8: Commence squeeing about pretty boys for hours on end.
9: Don't forget Tony autograph for Sarah.
10: Let the dog outside.



Funny story involving the puppy that happened at about 2:30 last night.

Me: [dreams happily about pretty boys and soup]
Mom: [knocks on door] Are you awake?'
Me: mghiignsffuf
Mom: [opens door] I need your help.
Me: fefhug?
Mom: The dog is stuck under the steps outside.
Me: Wer? [looks at her blankly]
Mom: I'm serious.
Me: She's stuck under the steps? How?
Mom: She likes to hide under there. And now she's stuck.
Me: [gets out of bed and puts on shoes] This I gotta see.
Iya: [whines]
Me: [looks at Iya] She's stuck under the steps.
Mom: I told you that.
Iya: [continues to be stuck under the steps]
Me: What if we grab her?
Mom: I think she's hurt. Here. Give her a biscuit.
Me: [holds biscuit just out of Iya's reach]
Iya: [surfaces long enough to grab biscuit before hiding again]
Me: She can get out!
Mom: That bitch!
Me: Now what?
Mom: Leave her there? I'm not prying the deck up at 3 in the morning.
Me: Go get her leash. That'll get her out.
Mom: [goes to get leash]
Iya: [whines and tries to get out]
Me: C'mon. C'mere, little girl.
Mom: [holds up leash in front of Iya's face]
Iya: [frantically scrambles out from under the steps and starts bouncing around the yard]
Mom: It worked!
Me: Oh yeah. Always offer them what they love and then take it away. Remember how you used to do that to me as a kid?
Mom: That was one time and you didn't really need that doll anyway!
Me: I was in the hospital!
Mom: [pets excited Iya] Who's a good girl? Yes you are! You are!
Me: I'm going to bed.


We're a little messed up.

And now we shower.

[showers]

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Okay. It's 12:30. That's basically 8 hours until Nsync! I'm seriously such a big freakin' dork I just explained the whole concept of watching the box office to my father which is why I'm heading over so early. He just listened politely and told me to have fun.

To Do:

1: Shower.
2: Go to work and cash a check. Pick up painting supplies.
3: Go to Walgreens and pick up film.
4: Fabric. Find fabric for the FKA sign we will be making in the parking lot of the FU Center.
5: Glasses. If they're done, go get 'em.
6: Supplies for the looong wait.
7: Pick up Julia.
8: Commence squeeing about pretty boys for hours on end.
9: Don't forget Tony autograph for Sarah.
10: Let the dog outside.



Funny story involving the puppy that happened at about 2:30 last night.

Me: [dreams happily about pretty boys and soup]
Mom: [knocks on door] Are you awake?'
Me: mghiignsffuf
Mom: [opens door] I need your help.
Me: fefhug?
Mom: The dog is stuck under the steps outside.
Me: Wer? [looks at her blankly]
Mom: I'm serious.
Me: She's stuck under the steps? How?
Mom: She likes to hide under there. And now she's stuck.
Me: [gets out of bed and puts on shoes] This I gotta see.
Iya: [whines]
Me: [looks at Iya] She's stuck under the steps.
Mom: I told you that.
Iya: [continues to be stuck under the steps]
Me: What if we grab her?
Mom: I think she's hurt. Here. Give her a biscuit.
Me: [holds biscuit just out of Iya's reach]
Iya: [surfaces long enough to grab biscuit before hiding again]
Me: She can get out!
Mom: That bitch!
Me: Now what?
Mom: Leave her there? I'm not prying the deck up at 3 in the morning.
Me: Go get her leash. That'll get her out.
Mom: [goes to get leash]
Iya: [whines and tries to get out]
Me: C'mon. C'mere, little girl.
Mom: [holds up leash in front of Iya's face]
Iya: [frantically scrambles out from under the steps and starts bouncing around the yard]
Mom: It worked!
Me: Oh yeah. Always offer them what they love and then take it away. Remember how you used to do that to me as a kid?
Mom: That was one time and you didn't really need that doll anyway!
Me: I was in the hospital!
Mom: [pets excited Iya] Who's a good girl? Yes you are! You are!
Me: I'm going to bed.


We're a little messed up.

And now we shower.

[showers]