  What the hell are we really supposed to do on these things? nbsp;  Do I just sit here and blab on about what I am doing? nbsp;  If so,  I am sitting here. nbsp;  I am completely surrounded by all this crap that I have to do and there is no desire at all to jump into it. nbsp;
 I hate the friggin rain.  yet again,  I get caught in the heavy rain when I leave work last night.
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 Umbrellas are pointless and the architecture of this building really does not aid in wind resistance,  so its like tornado winds within a 4 block radious of this friggin eye sore.
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 As my friend Jess and I ran to the subway,  I lost her somewhere in a puddle.  I am also becoming more and more addicted to " Lifetime,  Telvision for Women.  And Jim"
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 Last night I got sucked into this drama entitled " Going Underground"  starring Mrs Seaver AKA Joanna Kerns.  An abused wife who runs from her husband and takes her children with her.
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 I was so enveloped in it that when Melissa knocked on my door,  I almost fell off the couch.
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 Mel and I were talking about how we hated swim class in high school&
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 And if you were a boy like me,  you TOTALLY hated swim class.
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 I remember trying to think of all these excuses not to swim.
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 There was this love/ hate relationship with the changing room.
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 I hated getting undressed in front of people,  because those of you who knew me during puberty knows what a mess I was.
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 I also couldnt trust myself in there,
 cuz you know I was sneaking peeks at the hoo hoo diddle diddle's that were flopping right in front of my face.
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 And HONESTLY there were guys in there struttin thier shit and smackin each other on the bare ass getting boners.  GOD I HATED HIGHSCHOOL.  What are we doing this weekend?
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 I hope it does not rain,  my friends.
