September 15th, 2003

Daria

This weekend was hazardous to my health.

Saturday night at Mick and Carol's I ran into the corner of a glass-topped table. Twice. I now have a two-inch-long raised welt on my thigh. Alcohol was not involved, just my hereditary clumsiness.

I haven't slept well in the past three nights. One nightmare, several dreams of vague foreboding, and lots of tossing and turning.

Can I go home now?
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Daria

This is all my darling cousin's fault.

A few days ago reannon posted a tongue-in-cheek list of reasons she'd make a good girlfriend and encouraged the rest of us to stop dissing on ourselves long enough to do the same.

I considered this for about fifteen seconds, couldn't think of any, and wandered off to drink cheap wine.

However, my darling cousin ariedana decided I needed a little help. She made me promise to post a list if she wrote it for me.

She's in big trouble.

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