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I've been reading Glamour this morning, and I've come across the sentence "sometimes a girl just needs to be bent over a rock" more times than ever before in my life. I'm beginning to believe that it's some sort of code...someone's passing secret messages through Glamour. Or maybe not-so-secret ones.

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Remember that guy that didn't want to give me a job because I was too cool, or some other such nonsense? They're still posting for the open position. Suckers. I'd be a pain and send in my resume again, but he lowered how much they'll pay.

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So my stepmother and my brother Ryan got in a car accident two weeks ago, and -no one bothered to tell me-. They were ok, although they totalled the truck, but sheesh. Just because I moved across the country doesn't mean they have to leave me totally out of the loop. (I talked to my dad tonight, who is in New York for a week. He smokes pot when he's on the phone with me, and it's strange to realize that's what he's doing.)

I'm totally jealous of Tara's haircut. I want to cut all -my- hair off! I might have to treck all the way up to Supercuts on Capitol Hill on Thursday to do it, because I'm not splurging on my stylist.