I guess I have lost any shred of coherence in my writing. Because I'm finding it difficult to string thoughts together in a sensible way. Not that you didn't already get that.

Well, my mom has not noticed my reddish hair. But then again, she's not exactly quick on the uptake. Not that a navel ring is a highly noticeable piercing, but still. These things happened eight months ago.

Ugh. I do love my sister. But I miss my dad. I miss my cat. Sadly enough, I miss Sears. I miss people. Especially people. Two more weeks in this stupid place. The boredom is overwhelming.

But I guess we're going to the mall tomorrow. There is something comforting about knowing that Victoria's Secret is once again having their Semi-Annual sale. Not that I need any underwear. I have been informed that working in department stores cause one to buy underwear at one point or another. God knows I folded enough of the stuff. And put enough on racks. There was indeed a certain g-string incident. But anyway. One can never have enough underwear. That isn't scary.

But I think now I'll just do the world, the internet, and Al Gore a favor, and mercifully shut the hell up.

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