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| Go away, Wayne |
| 02.20.05 (10:03 pm) [edit] |
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[b]I hate being in a bad mood[/b] I'm not sure what my problem is today. I guess I am still a little bummed about the G Man. But I don't want to talk or think about that anymore. I wasn't even in the mood for grocery shopping today, and usually, I quite like it. I did some chit chatting today with people far away. Sometimes I wish they were just a little bit closer. I finally talked to my dad. He seems pissed off at me. He did not see a problem with not telling me he was going away. "I left before you got home." He did not see a problem with not giving me his new number. "You were away." He had nothing to say to me except "You didn't get my stuff, did you" and "did you check in any luggage for Kitty?" First off, he never asked me to pick up anything from my cousin. He said, "I think Anita may have something for you." I didn't even see her on this trip. He said, "I knew you wouldn't have gotten my stuff." And then as for the luggage thing...I am not sure how I would have checked in her luggage considering I didn't see her at the airport until *after* my mom and I checked in our maximum number of pieces of luggage. We never made arrangements to meet. And to top it off, I would have felt very uncomfortable checking in a piece of luggage which I'd have no knowledge of the contents. What's his problem? With me being all mad at him, I didn't even think to wish him a happy new year. And I did not tell him what his phone bill was. I will have to let him know tomorrow. One thing that's been on my mind lately...is my looks. I've had a few people express to me that they think I'm attractive. I'm flattered when I hear it, but what does being attractive get me? *sigh* I wasn't brought up to focus on my looks...I was a chubby kid, but m parents never really made an issue of it. I wonder if I had a daughter if I'd project my issues onto her...if I never made a big deal about her looks that she'd feel unattractive. Anyhow, my 9 year old cousin said, one night, that she didn't want any sauce with her rice because it was too fatty. :? My aunt is always complaining about herself being too fat...and she is constantly talking about others' weights. My little cousin is *fine* I hope she doesn't grow up thinking she needs to be thin. So...tomorrow night I have a date with Ken. We're going to meet at a coffee shop, and then go grab some food. I'm not all excited to meet up with him. He's into the arts, doesn't have a car, or a cell phone. He's also 24. We'll see what pans out. |
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