[4 more minutes until Meghan's birthday!]
Sunday, November 19, 2000 - 11:56 p.m. |
If you had a boyfriend/girlfriend, would he/she have fallen as hard? SMACK! That's me falling.
"That bad huh?" The unspoken question really is, what are the skies falling? Are little lambs falling from clouds crushing you in a messy pile of entrails? that kinda bad?
So I look up, (why do you have to be soooo cute?) and say, "no, not that bad." when what I really want to say is, "I miss you."
In short, yes, you will always get your goodnight kiss. |
[Trying to be the best]
Saturday, November 18, 2000 - 11:30 p.m. |
Why is it that when I'm doing something generous, I feed hungrily on the gratitude? Why do I narrow my eyes? Or think evil thoughts when I don't receive it? Why do I act mean? Why do I do my kind acts a disfavor by tainting them with a foul attitude?
I AM SO NICE! I'm going to wait for that thought to settle in before I disclose my Christmas wish....(can you guess the expression on my face?) :-P |
[something smells good, smells like girl]
Saturday, November 18, 2000 - 02:25 a.m. |
I was going to write about sitting next to an extremely obese man, but no. It made my boyfriend shiver convulsively and Jeff feign excitedness.
This evening I learned that the "no" feeling is when a boy is feeling... you know. When a boy is feeling, oh how do the latin say it? Masturbate. |
[I'll give you the boardwalk for Free Parking and Baltic Avenue!!]
Thursday, November 16, 2000 - 10:40 p.m. |
I'm going to hurt you as bad as you hurt me!! And then some! *kicks the computer's shin* Stupid computer, you take me away from phone calls, and dates, and friends, and real life.
If you promise the army 5 years of your life, would they pay for your boyfriend to date you? That would be splendid cause then he wouldn't need a part-time job, and he'd have me. |
[melancholy baby]
Thursday, November 16, 2000 - 07:27 p.m. |
I felt this odd surge of importance when the man decked out in medical garbs held my left hand and....
- pricked a needle into the side of my finger. blood type AB. I'm rare, and I'm needed at the clinic. I really felt special. Do you think I was deprived as a baby? |
[RE: RE: RE: FWD: FWD:]
Wednesday, November 15, 2000 - 09:52 p.m. |
Dear Secret Admirer:
Hopefully after you read this letter, the crush that ails you will be lifted.
Dates and important instances are important, and it's bad if you don't remember, but a pleasant surprise if I forget and you remind me.
Please dear secret admirer, I don't think you're ready for this girl. Too sexy, smart, and funny. (I have to do the leg work these days kids). You can't handle it. Anyway, no one can love me as much as I love myself.
I also require a lot of care and attention. Inability to do so, will leave me prone to attackng you with emails, and other such forms of extreme violence.
Love,
Angie |
[see no evil, say no evil...]
Wednesday, November 15, 2000 - 07:09 p.m. |
Tomorrow my sister has Hot Dog Day!!
Hot dog day? I don't get a hot dog day, Instead my highschool life is filled with constant hellos, goodbyes, and bathroom breaks to re-apply my glossy chapstick. I'm such a liar. I don't apply chapstick in the bathroom. Pisshaw. What do you think class time is for? 9.0 University GPA here I come.... The bathroom is the bonding area of Centre High, while we have an official "SUCCESS room," I'd have to say the unofficial "FAILURE room" is in the girls' washrooms. This is where teenage girls get pregnant in the stalls, skip classes to look good before getting pregnant, and it is also the place where they smoke in seclusion while they're pregnant.
Angie says: "Kids, make sex an extracurricular condom-filling affair!" |
Angie
since November 12, 1982
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