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Name: Alice
Location: California, United States
Birthday: 6/26/1978
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to read. I daydream. I think too much. I don't give myself enough credit. I know more about sports than an average girl.
Expertise: Procrastinating, consoling the troubled ones, tripping over things, remembering people's birthdays, not speaking for hours
Occupation: Kids are like pets
Industry: Edumacation
Message: message me
AIM:  inorecil
Member Since:
11/16/2003
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| Journal entries are sometimes for venting, right?
I envy those who can vent openly for others to read.
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| In a recent email to my somewhat fobby Canadian cousin , I had written:
"Thanks, I'll include a copy for you to read as well, lol. I make me laugh."
To which he replied with:
"????? What is 1o1? What does "I make me laugh" mean?
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| Driving home this evening, there were these two thirty-something guys pushing a stroller together on the sidewalk, which, given this day and age, isn't so weird anymore, even in Friendly El Monte. But a closer look showed that it wasn't a baby in the stroller...nor a dog. It was...
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| Ever had one of those days that the Forces of Spending seems to be against you? Well, that was me today.
This morning I decided that I was going to treat myself to something nice and get my eyebrows threaded during lunch. The only thing was that I needed to stop by an ATM first since the place I go to is cash only. Okay, no problem. There's a BofA ATM right on the way and I'll just have to make a quick stop. Lunchtime came and I pull in the little corner plaza. There's a woman using the ATM. Oh good, the machine works...or so I thought! When I walked up to it, I hear this incessant beating noise and the screen is permanently stuck on the "Please take your cash" page. The aforementioned broke the machine! There was no other geographically strategic ATM locations so I had to settle for just lunch.
Then after work, I figured I'd stop by another ATM and get some cash. The road I was on was BLOCKED, less than a mile before my destination! So I make a detour and finally reached the ATM. I take the first lane, insert my pin number...and the Fast Cash AND Withdrawal buttons were GRAYED OUT! Un-freaking-believable! At this point I'm starting to wonder if I should go against the Force's wish and just abandon getting cash altogether. But I didn't. I drove around and picked a different lane and finally cash was at hand!
After all that hard work in acquiring cash, I figured I'd swing by the Burger King that's on the way home and treat myself to a little snack. As I'm reaching the fast-food joint, a construction truck conveniently blocks the entrance driveway and I was denied my calories!
I had to settle for Jack-in-the-Box, but I opted to use a credit card. No way was I going to spend my hard-earned cash!
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| I don't xanga/blog/journal as often as I should or like to for several reasons.
First and foremost, I am just lazy. Just thinking about how much I think on a daily basis, and the thought of wanting/having to jot it all down (yes, I want to write down all that I think about, if it's humanely possible) just tire me out. So I don't do it.
I'm also private. I don't like telling just anyone about how I am doing or what I am thinking usually, let alone blogging it all down for the internet world to see! Who knows what kinds of weirdos read these things! (Obviously those of you on the left side aren't part of the aforementioned) I'll confess that I'm one of those people who read strangers' blogs that I somehow come across, not that I sit for hours in front of the computer perusing blog after blog. Sometimes when I'm reading about people I know, I'll casually look over to their friends list, then something interestingly random will catch my eye and before I know it, I'm reading about some person's life that I've never even met. Yes, I'm creepy. I admit it!
Sure sure, I can make my blog password-protected...
Yeah...I should do that!
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