(I'm talking about me and Mark. So nod and pretend like you understand.)

I'm not discussing particulars here, because I'm not some evil kniving bitch. But the shit hit the fan and I had had more than enough of my share of Stupid Crap.

But boy, I still wish I had that ring. It meant a lot, ya know. "03" in shiny silver, raised letters: envied by 06s everywhere. It was mine, sort of. And now I can no longer shove it in people's faces and demand their respect.

*sigh*

I know it didn't seem like a big deal, you know, me and Mark. But this diary in no way does our relationship justice. NO WAY. There's so much more dimension that it's sickening.

Damn, I wish I could just be a self-declared sociopath and get it over with.

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Father's this weekend was quite boring. I managed to catch the 80's movie marathon on TCM Sunday and that kept me going to bit longer. Saturday I went bowling with lawyers. Fun. Fun fun fun. Especially the lawyer that screwed you over as a toddler in a custody case. That's always pleasant.

However, I made light of the situation and challenged him to a game. And we all know that overpaid egomaniacs can never turn down a bet, right?

Right.

I kicked his ass.

Yes. That's all I'm saying. Yessssss.

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My drama teacher will hereby be known as Thin Man, like in Charlie's Angels. But for different reasons.

In this one-act show we're presenting in two months, I have the role of a bulemic-anorexic girl. He cast me in it because he told me that "I was thin enough to pull off the look. The waif look is happening."

Whatever, dude.

But he suggested that for an extra *added* effect I might want to develope a temporary eating disorder.

WTF?!?!?!?

I would probably die, or something. The Department of Health would have to be notified. It might cause an international incident. Who knows. But it would definitely reek havoc in the tri-state area. You would hear me kicking and screaming all the way to the emergency room to have food fed to me through my nose like Calista Flockhart.

Not fun, but I think it's sort of mandatory. Shit.

I have to piss like a mofo. More later.

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