leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- they were me I went shopping Saturday. Correction. I went to the mall to people-watch for a little bit and get a lemonade, because for once I wasn't feeling antisocial. (Usually in crowds I start getting nervous and overly protective of my personal space and I begin to randomly shoulder-check people or hit them with my purse when they block my path.) But instead of satisfying my desire to listen to the people-hum, I satisfied my desire to spend money I don't have on a pair of army-green cargo pants and t-shirts. But you don't understand...I had to. You see I don't like the current me (something to do with being miserable at work) and the me that I do like wears army-green cargo pants and t-shirts that feel like they're 15 years old. Besides. They're cute. One reads Bellvue Barbell Club and the other has a picture of a fox's head wearing sunglasses and reads Foxy Light. I never stood a chance. 1:26 p.m. - September 29, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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