lydibug's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Garth. Peter Sitara rocks. My plans for yesterday got foiled. On the agenda we had the following: Dropping off stuff at cleaners Shopping for new, cute Vegas Clothes Going by storage to pick up my suitcase Mani/Pedi Wax-o-Rama 9000 House Cleaning Laundry Getting some thank you cards and a birthday card Going out to dinner with Roxanne and Co. I did manage to get one load of laundry done, spend $150 worth of money I don�t have on 2 cute tops, one cute pair of undies, some books, some stickers for Ky, and dinner, steal the good power sucker vacuum from the hall closet (who it belongs to is a mystery to me) and clean my apartment, and go by storage to get that suitcase. I also ended up hanging out with Allie, which was unexpected and nice. And I watched the last episode of Six Feet Under, season 1. So, for today, I have waxing and for Saturday I have mani/pedi. I wasn�t the power multitasker I thought I was yesterday. It was because of Sanrio. Sanrio threw me off. It started a downward shopping spiral. I still have to stop at Vicky�s for a decent strapless bra so it looks like I at least have something that resembles boobs. Oh, and then fit in the cleaners and the cards. It�ll get done. Cuz Sunday, its VEGAS BABY! VEGAS! Dinner last night was a blast. It was all us girls: Roxanne, Mary, Tatiana and Myself, accompanied by Mary�s boyfriend, Rock�s Dad, little brother and Dad�s girlfriend. We went to Olive Garden and proceeded to down as many Cadillac Margaritas as we could before and during our meal. We sang Happy Birthday as loudly as we could and were plenty obnoxious. It�s true man, when you�re there, you�re family. Everyone was just as loud and free spirited as we were. It was great. Tat and I made plans for pilates this evening. FUCK. I just got a very unpleasant phone call. My friend Garth was murdered. I called my friend Marco to see if it was the same Garth that I was thinking it was, and he confirmed that it was. He had to go identify the body last night. FUCK. Okay. That puts things in perspective. I think I�ll end this here. 11:52 am - Thursday, Jul. 31, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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