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The Journal of Cymbre Dolphay Check ya later!
11/28/2004 06:26 a.m.
Home again. Thanksgiving was fun, but nerve-grinding as usual. I loved that I got to see Kinnsey and revel in her wonderfulness. We confused a security gaurd at the hotel by talking in the lobby until 2am. Kristin is still pregnant, but wishing she wasn't. I'm still hoping that she has the baby before December. Just because I am being selfish and wanting to have that month be mine and mine alone.
Shopping in Bozeman was rather fun on Friday. Especially when you have two Zumiez employees fighting over who gets to find something for you because you are pretty. The guy in Game Stop thought I was cool because I was buying a videogame involving street racing. And finally I had a half-hour conversation with the lady in Maurices about how much it sucks when you can't find underwear to match a pretty bra.
I tortured Mike by having him feed and take care of my kitty while I was away. He said the Russian behaved himself, but we all know how clever and maniacal Ivan can be. He has an odd vendetta against one of my mother's plants. He attacks the potting soil like it's the reincarnation of capitalism in its purist form. Oh well, I missed the furball terribly anyway.
Had to feel bad for Mike since he had to work all day Thanksgiving. But he survived and then had two days off. And Sunday he gets to work at 5am. Poor boy. But I will make him smile and smother him in kisses sometime in the near future, so all is not lost. I am currently Calm
I am listening to Tuesday's Gone
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