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Okay. In light of recent events, I am a bitch. A terrible, horrible, no good very bad person. To all those who have been affected by my horrible evil cruel self, I greatly apologize. There are always things that turn me around, though things are learned the hard way, they seem to be the best lesson of all.
To my Wee Wee:
I love you. Thank God for you. Without you, I quite possibly might rip my hair out and stuff it in my mouth (on an occasion out of the ordinary, that is). You are le Wee Wee, the one and only. We’ve done so many stupid things, that I don’t think it’s remotely possible for anyone to be dumber than the two of us combined. Be it dressing like whores, stealing oranges and cheerios, or flying like mini brown spuds, it is you. Oh yeah, and building robots. HA. We are retards. Seriously, we are. In any case, I lub you. Be ming forever and never ever change because then it’ll suck. Because then I’ll be the retard and you’ll be cool. HA. AS IF. Remember the time I spilled ice cream on myself two hours after we purchased it?...We need to work on that.
To Psychotic Stasi:
Umm…I have no comment.
HEHE JUST KIDDING! I bet you got all pissed off. Anyway, as for you, yes, I love you too, though I’m forced to use the term “psycho” as opposed to retarded (as in Wee Wee’s case), but don’t get me wrong. Sometimes you’re a retard too, you know? Hehe, but that’s okay, so am I. Kinda like how it was like *Brings up one drum from basement*…“sooo…you want a drink?” …“Stase…I don’t drink.”… “Soo…a drink?”… “Yeah okay.” Ha. Good times. I miss you, I wish you would get over you-know-what, for your own sake, but you’ve heard that all from me before. We’re still kind of cool. Next year will be interesting, eh? HA. Interesting times will occur…and please don’t try and decapitate every woman (and man) that talks to me.
(Jesus, this sounds like I’m writing yearbooks. Oh well. I know you guys love the affection I’m giving you.)
To RB:
Did you know a rainbow is actually the gay representative icon? I was just wondering if you knew that. J/K. Ew. Also good times: banana arteries/weenie flambé, “Wash my car for me.”… “PERV! You just wanna see me in my swimsuit all wet and soapy!!!” Too funny :) FYI…you can’t ever win. Generally, you should just give up, because it’s more amusing for me when you attempt. “I’m SO SO SORRY” *Hand motions* You get the picture! Anyway. If I say I love you, I might creep you out…because I think generally that is a term more commonly used between females but you know you’re high up on the list… :) Thank you for everything you've done, the rides, the biochem help, the good words, the cuteness, the sweetness, all of it...it all adds up. I change my mind, you're not an asshole. Only when you want to be ;) I wish I could do more for you, but since I can't change the world, I'll just wait here and do what I can... Stay strong pet…you’re a beacon for many…<3
There’s not much of a purpose to this entry…but just so you guys know I think about you all a lot, if I don’t see you, I really do miss you even if I don’t say it (i.e Stasi), if I’m not being stupid with you, I wish I was (i.e Wee Wee), and if I’m sleeping with some other guy, I wish it was you (i.e RB) LOL But seriously…y’all are the best…stick around honeys, we have many years to live and create memories…our lives are just journeys we’ve only just begun :) *KISS*
Plus my cat. I love her, too. So maybe that's Top Four. I'm not sure.
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