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Home Alone
7-15-2005 - 9:45 p.m.
My boyfriend went on a Wisconsin "retreat" with his theater group. Read "retreat" as a beer swilling two-night party.
Part of me misses him already. Part of me revels in the solitude I'll have this weekend. I'll go to bed early, get up early, and I'm scheduled for four--count them, FOUR--spa services this weekend. An obsession? Just ask my manicurist.
Things I may do while he's gone: -Watch Indecent Proposal. I see something of myself in that flick. Don't know why. - Watch The Good Girl. I see something of myself in that flick. Don't know why. -Go to the Farmers Market and buy everything I've always wanted to buy. Peach Praline pie, here I come!In other news, that fat fuck Karl Rove seems to have finally met his downfall. Now, let's all watch as the level of lies and wiggling reaches historic proportions.
