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Previous - this entry written on 2001-04-1 at 1:25 a.m. - Next It's not quite a new year... it's a new month, though. A month where I know I'm going to disappoint some people: my bosses, who expect me to have perfect health... Kadin, who expects me to be in Canada in a few weeks when I have no money and have already missed nearly a month of work... Elru, who expects me to eventually make a comittment I know already I won't be able to keep... Rhett, who expects me to eventually grow up... Caleb, who expects me to eventually remember to clean house and put away clothing... Scott, who is down on the coast and so I am not likely to see him as often as I keep saying I will... my parents, who expect me to call them and to keep in touch despite snubbing my pet/boyfriend/fiancee'... Rob, who expects me to return the love he gives me, which seems to imply a version of monogamy *washes her mouth out with soap* and a lot of devotion that, let's face it, is just not the sort of thing I DO.
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