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Monday, May 06, 2002

Yeah so I actually have to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for my consulting gig. (good thing I'm already beat from my day today) But...

ACK! ACK! ACK!

*runs around panicked and all scardy cat*

Ack!
ack!
acK!

I'm soooo afraid of looking like a dumb ass. Like some stupid girl who doesn't know what she's doing and is in WAY over her head. And then pissing off my friend who stuck his neck out for me and then losing his friendship 'cause he'll think I'm some dolt.

Ack ack ack!

Mommy, don't make me do this! *cries* I don't wanna! I don't wanna!

I'm so stupid. But I really can't stop thinking of a thousand and one excuses why I just suddenly can't make it and how I just suddenly need to do something else. Oh, this is so shitty. Waaaa... why do I have to be such a chicken shit!?

*whimpers*

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