Monday, Oct. 07, 2002 -

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12:12 PM

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don’t you just hate it when desi food with a STRONG smell Is cooking in the kitchen and the smell wafts here and there leaving behind, in your clothes, a nasty odor? That is, if you forget to close your door. Hell, it pisses me off bad. I don’t care if its my favorite food that’s cooking either, I simply freak.

Ohhh the horror!

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11:13 AM

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Isn’t it weird how you sometimes keep bumping into the same person at a store? Its almost as if you OR the person is deliberately pulling a trick on the other. An attempt to freak them out? I dunno.

It happened yesterday to me. At Target. This lady, no actually, one white lady AND a Mexican family, these people kept bumping into us, OR WE INTO THEM. It was weird. I think we freaked them out, even though we didn’t do it intentionally. Being muslim and all, lol, go figure. My mom probably didn’t even notice but I did.

The Mexican people were even in the same check out lane as US, and right behind US, and their car was even parked next to OURS.

Whew.

Such are the mysteries of life. You never know why something happens or when something happens. It just happens and its “SUPPOSED” to be for a reason, most of the time the reason is GOOD. Or so they say.

Who cares.

Isn’t life sucky?