Someone told me my eyes were pretty.
I returned my bike and bought the same bike, only better. This seems like it was easy, but it actually took about two and a half hours, one brother, one truck, one pizza, a shitload of begging, two teenage boys, a ditzy girl, three Canadian Tires and a very nice knowledgeable Canadian Tire employee to accomplish. Sigh, at least it's over and I have my bike.
I haven't been home for thirteen hours.
Kristy just phoned and we're going to Lindsay's to play SuperQuiz.
I should probably just stay home, watch Project Runway and go to bed early.
I've stayed out until at least ten every work night this week, which doesn't sound like much, but I almost never go out during the week.
I'm going to a concert tomorrow night.
I'm going to Yorkton this weekend, for real.
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