...was fun. I didn't have to cox, and so I did what I do best, take care of everything for everyone. I took pictures, was a valet, undid all the screws on the Goldmember, collected bungees and, most of all, was a chofer. It seems to be that I like to relish in the thankless jobs that I do for everyone; and while they say "Thanks" or "your awsome" I know that they only mean about 60% of what they say, but it doesn't bother me because I still, somehow, love to do things that everyone hates to do, do them well, and then not be given the credit I deserve. Weird. Same symtoms with my gift giving....letter giving and phone calling(of late): I make, I slave and make perfect, adn then hardly receive a thank you, or you thought hard about that, or even 'neat.' All I ask is you wear that weird thing I made you once, preferable not the day I give it to you, or oyu mention how you looked at that something else the other day and was reminded of me. After that, if you through it in a cornor or never wear it again, I don't care. I do for reasons that I probably don't even clearly know mayself. Hrrmm.
GOnna go to the beach with Carla today.... looks a bit icky out, but I relly don't care. I want to get out and do something besides sit in my apartment. I need to get away form the grime that i refuse to clean because it isn't mine..... urg.
Here's to a good day!
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