[it ain't gonna rain no more no more!]
Sunday, July 9, 2000 at
08:54 p.m. |
"How in the heck can I wash my neck if it ain't gonna rain no more no more!"
I used to sing that when I was little. Reverse psychology at it's finest!
I've gotta get some things to write about. Until then me PITAS have gone stale.
Don't think I haven't missed those glares, stinging remarks, and less than responsive, well responses. AHHH!
Thanks for making my days sunnier guys! You know who you are. Even you anonymous person seeking the cure to oily penises. |
[what's a bean made out of?]
Saturday, July 8, 2000 at
11:11 p.m. |
My mah told me that I was getting fatter, what could I do?? Cheap SHOT [that I wisely chose to ignore]: Well you're fatter? Oh, I guess Uncie Jeff's right, "I smell a bun in the oven."
Panties happened to me today. I came home and I had 4 anonymous panties hanging from my doorknob. I'm the proud new owner of the LAMOUR women's bikini underwear!
Note to self: Compliments today:
Your hair smells nice.
I really didn't mean to do that.
Shutup, I'm not listening to you.
Uh yeah, so I've got to find the right interval to join in a conversation. I'm such a butt in, and it's no smooth entry either; was that redundant? Anyway, we had a water fight.
Everyone's so skittish of the cold water, with eeh's, ooh's and what the fuck's permeating the air. "...isn't it a wee tit nipply?" Eventually everyone turns into a water nymph. . .
Our [Meghan and I] attempts to light the birthday candles didn't go as planned. Wax candles quickly became little stubs of light as we were chose to hesitate, wary of the dangers that came with the job. Arm hair was at a low quantity as the flames LICKED at us from the dangerously close set candles [18!]. End product? Wax and Icing Sugar hybrid. MMM. . .
Happy 18th birthday girls!!! Jess & Nicki
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[batman WILL come for me]
Thursday, July 6, 2000 at
10:42 p.m. |
Team Bitch, the church baseball team has made 5 homeruns!!!! (16-5)
Jocelyn, next to me you've got my modem as your NUMBER #2 FAN, your pita loads so deliciously fast.
Happy 18th birthday Jess!! So, if you've ever thought of turning your beautiful self into an adulterous pig, and smelly pot bellied man, I'll still love you. Ok, so that was disgusting. . . [recollects thoughts] "The Turtle tried to talk to the Tortoise but the Tortoise just tooted on the turtle." Bestfriends forever, and when I'm old and have lost all the fun memories it'll be fun getting to know you all over again. OOH, and we can adminster medication to each other! |
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Wednesday, July 5, 2000 at
09:00 p.m. |
"Rape, and I don't mean as in Parmesan cheese." |
[Gingerbeef, vietnamese coffee, eggrolls, and some chewy red stuff?]
Monday, July 3, 2000 at
11:19 p.m. |
Geez, I've got the ugliest feet possible...afterthought. No, it could get worse, I could only have 3 of the ugliest feet possible. I wouldn't subject my feet on anyone. Good thing they're not considered romantic hotspots. Well, I suppose if you're into giving foot rubs. My feet don't need foot rubs, they've got crooked toes, mushed nails, and some sort of rough hide for soles. I used to think that the rest of my foot would catch up to the length of my 2 crooked toes, but I'm still waiting. I think it's as likely as me growing a couple more inches in height [pause] [cough]. Aww, how cute.
Hey guys, ask me some questions. Angie's response of the day? I no longer, if I ever had, have many insightful thoughts. Just silly drivel. Don't you think I could be Ann Landers??
Angie
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[Eat a dick babe]
Monday, July 3, 2000 at
12:56 a.m. |
Yahoo search engines deserve a place in the prestigious "Retarde Institute."
Boybands suck?? Oh, if you know me than you know that I...Oh heavens, I've drawn in my music arch-nemesis' and what do they find? Content not worthy of victims of pimply penises!!
pimply penises yes, that's some health concern but the question is: what part of angie.pitas.com would OIL come into contact with the word PENIS...
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[kaboom]
Sunday, July 2, 2000 at
12:32 p.m. |
It's on TV:
Two half empty glasses of water. They represent us. Yay! One cup fills and the other one empties out. "OOH! I'm so fulfilled.
"But I'm feeling a little empty...OH, now I'm so fulfilled."
"I'm so fulfilled, I'm so fulfilled, now me, now me, so fulfilledfullfilledfulfilled. . . - You know this just the honeymoon?"
"And this is my girlfriend, Angie." [?Oh, yeah, he said "i>his girlfriend?] I survey the reactions.
One raised eyebrow from a blonde fellow...Screech. Hold the phones. Cameron's cousin? XX thinks : FRESH MEAT.
She's so sad. She feels lonely, but dammit, he has the same camera as you. Look at him. . .you could meet someone like him. She doesn't see it, how could we possibly care behind our smiles? Where is it? We do love you. Especially me. Here for your call babe.
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[real mature UM 26% slutty]
Sunday, July 2, 2000 at
01:19 a.m. |
Stronger pressure is what my toilet needs.
Happy Can-ah-da-day!
Go sign our Guestbooks : M & A
bad habits
I used to worry that if I started biting my nails I'd get tape worms. Remember lice? It was crazy, one week in elementary school you'd have chicken pox awareness and then the next week it was lice awareness. "Remember, just because you have lice doesn't mean that you're a dirty person."
Spark.com has a BURN machine:
Your Original Friendly Message:
Hey babe!
You're really sweet and sexy. Remember the time when we were chasing beavers? I wish you'd kiss me silly.
Yours,
Angie
Your new testament to hate:
Eat a dick babe!
You're really very sternly nauseating and sexy. Remember the fucking time when we were chasing beavers? I wish you and your monkey'd kiss my stupid ass silly.
Yours,
Angie
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