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I think the basis of friends is overrated. Generally, it’s a ridiculous concept. Besides, what’s so great about having tons of them anyway? They’re a miserable waste on your wallet and time. Haha.
Stasi, why is it you always put the most hideous pictures of me up on the website? I mean, you think you-know-who is hot. And I don’t think he is. So when you call me hot, I don’t think I should be flattered. For the love of God, would you please put a decent picture up?!
Neebuzz, daily, you are increasingly peculiar. But the mad cows…they will cope. Just keep feeding them their whereabouts and they will. Infectious, yes. Idiots, yes. Can survive without eating? No.
I lost a pound. Go me!
Well pet, you are probably on your way to your interview right now…it’s 12:30 according to my computer’s time, but then, my computer is a bastard and so it may very well be off. Who knows. In any case…I am sending you kick-butt vibes…hopefully you’re getting them. If you’re not, then I added another k and that means your sister is getting them and she’s probably wondering who the heck I am and what I want with her butt. “Yellow”…who answers the phone like that? HA…too funny. I burst out laughing when you said it. Whatcha doin? Eating lunch! LOL only you.
Now I wonder where Le Wee Wee is. I WONDER. Oh how I wonder. I just wrote my entire oral presentation for lichens (on Monday) in about…15 minutes. LOL…which is kind of funny. Maybe I do work well under pressure. I do have a 15-page paper due Friday though, and a 20-page lab report due Monday…and a lab exam Wednesday. So perhaps I will stop my miserable laughter and do some work. Of course, I’m just full of crap, so clearly I won’t do work.
I wanna go to MEC…need to restock on carabiners. Mine are getting all scratched up. Oops, I forgot to take my pills yesterday. Ha. Stupid me. It’s no bloody wonder I’m dying eh? LOL
So Wee Wee, I’ve come to the conclusion that he is a bastard. Mkay? Agree with me on this one, because I know you think so too!!! DAMN HIM!
Ermm…what does it mean when a gay man says you have a nice butt?
My cat is nuts today…she’s been attacking the walls a lot…I tried to pet her and she meowed really loud and took off…it was a peculiar experience. Last night, I went to bed at 11 p.m (pathetic, I know) and me and her slept next to each other… She curled up right against me and tucked her head into my neck…it was soooo cute…and then she was purring. It was all dandy until she started dreaming and her claws came out. It was a cute experience nevertheless. Cats are truly priceless.
So…kudos to second chances. I like them already. Except for the fact that someone nodded when I was termed “fat”, I enjoy him. Haha, I’m just kidding pet. No need to fret.
Well…my internet seems to be bunk today. Son of a crappy muffin. Mm…muffin. I puked coffee the other day…let me tell you. Curdled milk? Not so tasty.
*Sigh* Am I hideous? Don't answer that. Somebunny love me.
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