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Wednesday, October 22, 2008 | 11:32 PM
Im A Bad Mother
Dude, I can't even remember the last time I updated this thing. I need to get on it.

I just got back yesterday from our train-trip (not as fun as road trips) to Chicago with Sarah. So. Awesome. I seriously want to live there for the rest of forever. Best shops, best coffee, best PIZZA, best everything. It was a little chilly for my tastes, but I barely even noticed in the midst of all the awesomeness.

I bought some sexy clothes, lots of pizza (Im going to need to start running again), and lots and lots of alcohol. The bars and clubs are fucking sweet. So much better than our shit towns night-life. I used to love our city's clubs, but I feel like I cant go back now. Its just not as good. Poor me, what am I going to do!!

But seriously, it was sweet. Sarah's boss is the shit too. When I first met him, I thought he was going to be this real straight laced dickface that I wouldn't get along with, but I was way off. But after work, he loosens his tie and gets down with the best of them (who is "them" anyways?). Me and him are totally best friends now. He told me he's so happy to finally meet me and that Sarah "has told me so much about you, " which I know is a complete lie because she hasn't told anyone at work about me because she's scared.

I don't mean that. It's okay that shes scared. Not all work environments are okay with things like girls who fuck other girls. My job applauds it and probably hired me because of it, but I also work in a bar with barely any clothes on. Her boss is really cool about it though. He showed a lot of respect and understanding. We're supposed to go out with him and his wife this weekend. That should be fun.

So, thats all for now. Sarah and I are going to watch The Strangers. Goodnight, folks.

- Taylor