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Ok, so my dad e-mailed me and asked me what size a seven year old girl would wear? Like, how the hell am I susposed to know? He's going to the Phillipines to meet this woman who has a daughter that he's been talking to for a while (the woman, not the daughter. My dad's a little weird at best, but he's no pedophile!) It's a friend of a lady he works with. They are both from the Phillipines, Only Mimi came over to the US. What am I susposed to tell him? I don't remember when I was 7!! Not to mention I was a fat little girl! And kate is T-I-N-Y!!! And I don't know anything about kids sizes. When my friend had a baby, I spent an hour looking at crap not knowing what size was right. Stupid kids, with stupid growing habits. Why can't there be a "one size" store for kids. It would be as popular as Osh Gosh, I bet. Especially for kid illiterate people like me. Damn it, why couldn't he ask about toys. Not that I can DO!

I just noticed that someone gave me MONDO hugs. Cool. I needed that! Been kinda in the dump-ie lately! LOL *hugs back* (whoever it was!)

Stolen from Sam. But I've seen it, like, everywhere else:


Ask me 4 questions.
- Any 4, no matter how personal, private or random.
- I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.

what ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go


Jeeze, I've heard this song a million and one times, but it's really kicking my ass today. Shit.

I just got a call from the hotel I applied to about two weeks. They're giving me a part time job! *whoot* That means I'll actually be able to pay my freaking credit card bill off, and maybe even get to saving so I can pay my insurance. And I don't have to go back to that icky Bistro ever again. Those people sucked. They yelled at me and mad me cry. *shakes fist*

I LOVE LOVE LOVE hotels. They're my first love. I'll own my own impire of them someday. I'm bouncing off the walls now. But not too high, I still feel a little queezy. . .

Ok, so I guess this is my first offical post in my own first offical live journal. I have really got to get some html to spruce the place up a bit. It's kind of lame right now. Hello? *echo* Yeah, really lame.