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[dramaturgy]

My coach just more or less told me that she doesn't want me at state competition on Sunday.

What. A fucking. Bitch!

I hate my sister being in the same baton class as me. She's the only one in the class who, when Melissa says, "Shake it girls!", manages to look like she is being tortured with an electric cattle prod. I suppose if I suddenly took up skydiving she'd have to follow me too.

Fuck I'm going to take a "Me" day on Sunday and go to the mall and window shop and try on all the clothes that I'm never, ever going to buy just because I can. I'm going to go alone and nobody else is going to come with me. Maybe I'll go see the first rated R movie that I can find. I don't know. But Sunday is about me.

And in other news, ktnb is a complete goddess for helping me with my Carnegie/Morgan/Rockefeller dilemma. Thanks a million, babes. ::blows kisses::

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[sincelastjuly.livejournal.com]

Want me to get you a hitman? My next door neighbor's second cousin named Larry is one... ;)

(*hugs* feel better)

[dmp.livejournal.com]

~nods~ A "Me" day is definately in order. ~huggles~

-D.M.P.