[are you coming back?]
Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:58 p.m. |
Ever feel like you let the cat out of the box? I hate talking about the inevitable. No not death, another less final, more frequent incident in our lives.
Here's a list of what I might be pertaining to:
- bathroom breaks
- getting hungry
- visiting my own page over and over again
- breaking up when I don't want to!!
- sleeping
- sex, yes, you must be optimistic too!
- tomorrow
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["What the dickens!!"]
Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 12:33 p.m. |
Halloween 1998.
I wish I could remember which household filmed us caroling for our candy.
I can't wait until Friday happens to me!
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[freedom]
Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 09:56 a.m. |
You're telling your friend the wonders of being single. The ability to be happy whether or not someone remembered a number, a day, an event. You tell her that being single makes the chase fun. The chance to concentrate on yourself. The opportunities, the flirting, the capriciousness. You consider this yourself, but something screams in your head, you want someone else to adore yourself for a change. You pick up the phone to call him. |
[hello!]
Wednesday, October 25, 2000 - 05:51 p.m. |
I really wanted to post something, but I'm drawing a blank.
Quick fact: I'm not the town's bicycle. |
[All the world smelled like Toonie Tuesdays Chicken]
Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 04:56 p.m. |
If you were a fortune teller friend of mine you'd have warned me to not bring money today. I thought i'd carry it around so that I'd have the freedom to choose whether or not I wanted to make a purchase. Instead the weight of the paper bills increases as the mouth-watering fast food smells invade my senses. The expected taste of the uneaten sandwich in my bag creates an excellent case for buyiing some greasy goods. There I was surrounded by neon signs and "Today's Specials," I was a prisoner to my animal instincts. I wanted to devour some winter blubber. I wanted it now. I'm emotionally drained and my diversion attempt is fried chicken. I can only distract myself for so long...ooh, crispiness of skin... 3-2-1, distraction wears off. |
[Woah, a:hover!]
Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 09:08 a.m. |
If it's a link it lights up orange. Get it?
Angie, you did it! You figured out how to end world hunger, stop blue berets, (our Canadian peacekeepers) from marching into war, and how to stop watermelon juices from getting your hands sticky!
I'm just taking it one step at a time guys. One pink to orange link at a time. Bask with me in this discovery!
The "blue berets" bit was a little over the top huh? |
[My bottle! -- that's a sentence fragment!]
Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 08:17 a.m. |
When we were younger (give or take 2 years) we used to dream up the demise of certain individuals, but they have yet to be subjected to flaming bamboo shoots under the fingernails, (jess' brainchild). In a playground, probably not too far from where you're sitting right now, there were girls crouched around a photograph on a cool summer's day trying to set a wallet-sized photo on fire. Those babies are "bad relationship proof." You can spit on them and it'd probably smear the film on your side, and most likely trying to light it afire would just end up generating more of a bad smell than a satisfying effect.
As we discovered quite quickly. Tip: Try rubbing your Doritos brand chip on the surface of the picture and then setting it on fire. |
[I'm committing pre-meditated affair]
Monday, October 23, 2000 - 11:33 p.m. |
I'm sitting in the plushest little public transportation bus when the smell of urine wafts up from the grey seat covering. I'm paying sixty cents less because of this offense. [fare for 17 year olds = $1.65) Shut up, I am not a hair older than 15!
flashback: if I linked every singlie one of my posts like those other HTML wise guys I'd probably have you recalling 3 other posts that deal with unpleasant urine like aromas. Maybe my "default nothing" smell is pee.
[look at her trying to pretend that the expression "default nothing smell" was her own creation.] stop
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[Roses are red placentas are blue...]
Monday, October 23, 2000 - 04:28 p.m. |
On reading a note from a friend's boyfriend:
Atleast my boyfriend can spell beautiful! He spelt her name wrong, and it took three girls to decipher his "your spetieal," but it ws momentous when at the very end of his letter he wrote a poem:
[drawings of hearts and little stickmen]. "I've misisit your kisses."
So, if it's the thought that counts then is the letter void? |
[TESTING]
Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 08:12 p.m. |
Hello, do you like? I do! |
