shit. i forgot to mail connie back. i need to white merry christmas emails, cause sending them after christmas would be bad. tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. what day is christmas on anyway? i think its the 24th. maybe the 25th. soon is all i know.
hrm. i was just thinking. fuck going to the breast clinic. i had too many bills, and miscalculated (i seriously thought id been jacked). now ive gotta put more money in to the checking account somehow. im not gonna spend 100$, get poked, only to get called back cause they need to run even more tests or some lame shit like that. fuck that. its not cancerous. thats why i keep tellin myself, anyway. it cant be. id be dead now, right? right. wouldnt my boob be horribly disfigured, or something? its gonna be 10 years soon. its gotta be a friendly lump. and i play with it all the time. it loves me.
i keep scratching my sculpture with my nails. theyve gotta go. but i wanted to see how long theyd get before theyd break!@#!$#!@$#!@ im surprised theyve made it this far. my real nails hold up better than the secretaries fake ones. she was moving something, and broke one. she wasnt too happy. i bet i wont be happy when i break one, cause itll probably be a painful thing. that and i worry theyre gonna poke through my gloves while im dealin with somethin nasty.
wish there was water in my cup.