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We'll never stop this train.

What a weekend. I mean, I don't really know what else to say besides that. It started off great. Ashley and I spent some time together after having dated for a year. That was nice. We ate a whole cake in less than a day. But it was a damn good cake. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting. Like, damn. Does cake get any better than that?No, probably not. And then both of my mom's parents died. Nobody really saw that coming, so it's been a rough time trying to sort everything out amidst people being people (read: disgusting, selfish animals) and people being stupid (read: people).And then I got sick and had a great time waiting in the lobby of the St. David's Emergency Department. Nobody else was there for any obvious sort of medical emergency, and that made me really mad. I mean, I was sitting there convulsing for a few hours while Joe Moocher and Jane Addict toddled off to take up all the beds in the department. We are in for some trouble times, I think.

But that is to be expected because we are all shitty people inside who will eventually leap at any opportunity to show it so long as we benefit in some way. Our only consolation is that we have cake.

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Carolynn said…
We're not bad people all the time. Sometimes, in small increments, we are good people. That's gotta be worth something, I don't know what.
March 30, 2010 at 7:57 PM
-~- said…
This installment is FOR THE WIN.
March 31, 2010 at 2:29 PM
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