[Superficial cures]
Saturday, November 4, 2000 - 01:39 p.m. |
I'll take it doctor! Leo Slaver - You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.
Get that Charlie's Angels soundtrack! |
[are we sick of me yet?]
Saturday, November 4, 2000 - 12:30 p.m. |
It's almost as if I'm purposely trying to drive people away. I befriend them, and then I hit them up with all my "unreasonable" requests. One of these days I'll be my own person. For now, I think I'll still sit in the clutches of rampant jealousy, and insecurity.
Woah, I hate it when things like that just sneak up on me.
reprieve: Today *I* get to *go spend time with Jess* today Japanese fare will be befriended. Then I'll hit it up with my requests. "More!! More maki!!!" |
[Einstein would be baffled]
Saturday, November 4, 2000 - 12:26 a.m. |
Every single physics law applies to me, and I still manage to screw the system.
Look at me, I' m fucking walking upside down!
Charlie's Angels is spine tingling & sexy! Jess is my bestfriend (bestfriend ever!), and I'm supposed to have fun. What the fuck was I thinking when I decided to act like a fucking jerk.
Look, it's great you care. It really is, especially when I'm running down mall corridors to get away from reality. The reality I'd have to face if and when I stopped. Meeting my doubts face to face is no Chocolate covered nude. You'd think acne, and minute breasts would do the trick right? Oh no, I have to screw everything up. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! |
[Hate]
Thursday, November 2, 2000 - 06:18 p.m. |
If a homophobic, white supremacist, masochist, and picky eater of a nazi, hated me I'd be a little scared and more likely to think of my car keys as a weapon and bathrooms as dangerous grounds, but it's a whole new playground when your long-time partner of "Edible underwear & Numerous Rubber Party Wear Ideas Inc." is perceived as disliking you.
It's disheartening. The feeling of doubt. Doubting a friend, and someone who can easily be said to be kind, humorous, and intelligent. How is it then that two friends lose themselves in a land of messy dead-end dialogues and misconceptions? I care about my friends.
The only thing that I hate is my sexiness. It gets in the way all the time. |
[I might be sitting with the stars]
Thursday, November 2, 2000 - 12:23 a.m. |
Everyone tells me that I'm beautiful. Beautiful personality, beautiful attitude, beautiful everything but beautiful beautiful. Why? Because I'm not beautiful, I'm cute!! *stamp stamp stamp tantrum dance* I'm cute?
Neh, cute. Pah, pooh on you. I'm probably lumped in the "girls with a great personality," category. Don't pretend like you don't know what that means. I didn't even use my thesauraus for this entry you dork!
Ok, i don't use anything that would aid my writing. (Can you tell?) Just lack of sleep. That's all that accompanies me when I write zany posts like this. |
[November and counting...]
Wednesday, November 1, 2000 - 5:40 p.m. |
Halloween: Pelting skittles at friends on a weekday is my kind of ambrosia.
I wonder if I should tell her that her zipper is undone. No, that would embarrass her. Hmm, I wonder how many people wondered that before I noticed that my 'defenses were down.' |
[I guess you just got the trick]
Wednesday, November 1, 2000 - 10:02 a.m. |
Don't fall into the trap of thinking that people like you "no matter what." Ask on what terms does it apply.
Actually, don't really ask. The answers always get worse, first it starts with, "Always!" then it drops to, "When hot girls aren't around." / "When you don't have a boyfriend." Until finally it trickles down to, "...um, when you're intestines are exposed to the sun and birds are circling overhead, or a twisted ankle, take your pick."
Oh yes, the speckled Jelly bellies are the best. How did they get the pear into an itty bitty little bean? Mmm!
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Angie
since November 12, 1982
