July 16, 2003 - 9:18 p.m.

Okay. I cannot take this anymore. It is at the point of causing me physical pain. I am sick of my boring template and do not possess the knowledge to change it. I am sick of purple. I have a purple phone, purple hangbag, purple spider veins, purple underwear, purple bubble gum, purple body wash... If anyone has any suggestions on how to change my template while keeping guestbook intact, please share. Or if anyone just wants to do it for me...I will give you my firstborn son. But seeing as I am pretty sure no sane man would ever wish to procreate with me...

I am pitifully broke. The bank account has diminished. I have less than "no money". My balance is at minus $296. Obviously, the fucking Stop Payment from yesterday did not work. Considering I mailed the car payment this morning, I am really screwed. If I do not update for some time, please call my mother. This means either my soul has decided to leave my broke ass and I am dead and rotting in my apartment, or I have been arrested for attempting to pass bad checks. Either way, my mother should know.

My youngest cat, Gizzie, the one with all the allergy problems that requires medication, has lost almost all of her whiskers recently. I cannot afford to bring her to the vet. So I called my sister Julie with the rich boyfriend and she is going to send me some money to bring Gizzie to her doctor. Her boyfriend just bought a Lexus. Rough life.

Getting bombarded by IM's from well-meaning friends. Everyone seems to think I will crack soon...

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