Tuesday, July 27, 2004
My roommate sent an e-mail telling me about herself. She assured me she won't get too smoochy with her boyfriend, that she likes pink only when it's pale, that she thrift shops, that we don't have to coordinate our stuff, and that she enjoys watching sports but never actually plays them. I already want to marry her.
I made arrangements for April to drive me to the DPS for my Texas driver's license picture-getting. My face finally cleared up, somewhat. If only I could wear a burka.
My cousins (Debbie and Krista) had birthdays recently, for which I forgot to send anything until after the fact. I feel mildly guilty, so I must remember to mail their stuff before the weekend.
It rains; I urinate.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:27 PM]