I just got back from the barbecue. Marissa's friend from home, Arianna, brought her boyfriend, and the girls from the first floor of their house came up, so it was a little bigger than I had originally thought, but it was good to just relax for a few hours. Someone put on the Sex playlist on my Ipod, which consists of such classics as "You Sexy Thing", "Love Machine" and "Gay Bar". I'm such a lady.
I'm starting to realize how much I really value my time spent alone. I don't intend to be mean to people who infringe upon it, but I really cannot be bothered to indulge them, either. It seems crass, but it shouldn't be my job to entertain.
Also, I feel really unnerved by the death of the Disney World monorail employee. I mean, who goes to work expecting to die less than that guy?
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"I'm starting to realize how much I really value my time spent alone. I don't intend to be mean to people who infringe upon it, but I really cannot be bothered to indulge them, either. It seems crass, but it shouldn't be my job to entertain."
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When I came here, to read your blog, I didn't expect that I would leave so many comments on what you wrote. Maybe I'm just in an odd mood, or maybe your writing "does something (I was going to sit here and think of the word i was trying for, but I stopped myself)" to me.