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Thursday, April 03, 2003:

"I wake up in the morning and put on my face
The one that's gonna get me through another day
Doesn't really matter how I feel inside
'Cause life is like a game sometimes...
But then you came around me and the walls just disappeared
Nothing to surround me and keep me from my fears
I'm unprotected, see how I've opened up?
Oh, you've made me trust...
I'm tyring to remember why I was afraid
To be myself and let the covers fall away
I guess I never had someone like you
To help me, to help me fit in my skin..."

~Avril Lavinge, Naked

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I know, abundance of cheesiness there, but I had to tell someone what I was thinking. Anyway, I am currently getting ready to go out tonight with Tricia, and once again, I have had no sleep. Oh well... sacrifices were made. Wish me luck for the evening, guys!

QueenBee // 3:40 PM

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Wednesday, April 02, 2003:

Oy... I am running on 3 hours of sleep *shakes head* Man, oh, man... let me tell you. Or not. Nevermind, I don't want to go into it... let's just say you would not believe how 6 hours can just fly by... Anywho, I just got back from getting my first pedicure. Never again will I do that *shudders* Just something about people touching your feet, even if they are an adorable Asian girl with a pixie cut... I can handle my own grooming. She was all surprised that I had never had that done before, she said that my feet were great and very well taken care of. I know this, but that does not mean I plan on parading them somewhere, socks are wonderful things. Even so, I have 10 little toes painted in "Garnet Red" for my own viewing pleasure, and that's fine enough for me. I would also like to add a "praise Jesus" for false pregnancy alarms, and for whatever guardian angel we had this evening when Taylor was driving my car... they did a fabulous job keeping me and mine safe, despite the awful driving conditions (ie: The young lady behind the wheel)
QueenBee // 7:16 PM

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Tuesday, April 01, 2003:

So my Grandmother asked me today why I don't go to church like the rest of the family. I replied that I found it hard to concentrate on God's word when surrounded by all of those sheep. She just blinked as though she didn't understand... kind of like a sheep would.
QueenBee // 9:46 PM

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Monday, March 31, 2003:

Note to self: Try to avoid the 'listen-to-just-how-fucked-up-and-inhumane-I-can-be' tactic when trying to win over the boy you like.
QueenBee // 12:17 AM

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Sunday, March 30, 2003:

So I am driving around last night with my friend Nick, I occasionally show up to Clientlogic during his shift and steal him for a while. This last evening we began to debate a comment I made about how I have “regulations” as far as non-relationships are concerned. The main frustration is that he did not understand why I choose to leave a lovers house (and vice versa) by 4:30am after a “sleepover”. I tried to explain why I do this but only came out sounding tragically retarded, so I wrote a poem about the situation. You can read it by copying the following link and pasting it to your web address bar in your browser...

http://www.blurty.com/users/lasvegasqueenb

I figure it is a good interpretation of my current situation with men, but not of my current situation with Nick. So please do not go assuming that this poem was written specifically for him. My deal with Nick is more like sleeping in on the day you’re to leave for a vacation- I think I have missed the boat. On another note, this is only a 4 day work week for me, I took Thursday off so I can spend it with my friend Tricia. Tricia is the girl from Cross Creek that I have mentioned is coming in from Illinois for her 21st birthday. I am excited to see her, and excited for my 3 day weekend as well… that is what will get me through the next few days.

QueenBee // 6:59 PM

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