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i'm hungry. hahahha it's not even 8 a.m and i'm talking about being hungry. i'm such a fat pig. LOL.
i hate infections. i just cleansed my MSN list. i finally got rid of all the people i hate and avoid. haha so if i never talk to you again, chances are you were one of them. take a hint.
sooo...you know some people who suck at having good skills? i know people like that. so do you. in fact, we may very well know the same people. i'm still disgustingly stuffed from yesterday's dinner..oh mannn i'm gonna need a good week or so to recover.
my boob is tickling. that's weird. omg did i just say that out loud? haha for the love of god i have no shame.
sooo...sailor hat? you better not change your mind and say you have a DATE or i'll come over there with my hat and beat you with it. (yes, the unmade hat)
so like..april 12th was the date he was given to live until and um..it's may 3rd and he's still plucking away. of course, i don't think he's really LIVING as much as he's just...breathing.
maybe i'll make cookies. stupid cat. mrowr. haha "the hunt is on!" MEOW. it's nice to know people think of me. i feel special. *rolls eyes* loser? yes i think so. it's like having a conversation with myself over here. i do that lots. on msn. to you guys. i just converse with myself.
oh crap i gotta tinkle too. wanna see me make a tinkle on the carpet? haha i made a tinkle. (Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing...Judy Blume. i don't REALLY tinkle on the carpet...)
God i'm exhausted. i didn't fall asleep until like, 3 a.m and i was up again at 5 and 6 and finally up for good at 7 but i really need some more sleep. god i'm gonna sleep right through work today. speaking of work, i hate work. but it's easy money. *snorts with laughter* but then, so is selling my body. actually no, it's not, because no one would buy me coz i'm a whale. *ouueaaahhhh* wow. i wish i could speak whale.
oh, i also unblocked my list, so if i appear online after a long time of NOT being online, chances are you were blocked. which means chances are i don't really like you, i just have you there out of courtesy...hm.
i really have to make tinkle. stupid cat. gave me a heart attack this morning.
hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.
back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.
YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.
NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.
hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy