[far far away from here there is more then this cold shit]
Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 08:02 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
If KFC chooses to do so, they could use the Colonel forever. He couldn't die. He could probably bounce back from what should be fatal car crashes and falling anvils. Afterall, he is an animated spokesperson. Wow, makes you kinda feel bad for that Wendy's guy, Dave. What will they do when he falls off the wagon?
Oh, baby, this popcorn makes me horny. |
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Thursday, February 22, 2001 - 10:52 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
....i s a n y o n e o u t t h e r e ? |
[There are reasons; I just can't ask why?]
Monday, February 19, 2001 - 10:14 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
You know how you say half a sentence and then shake your head rattling the rest of the words against your tongue and cheeks while hoping that you made yourself clear?
It hasn't worked as of yet. It has been bugging me for quite a while now. The worst sex analogy ever...*mumble* *rattle* *rattle* |
[Hey University !]
Thursday, February 15, 2001 - 10:02 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
It seems Edmonton's population is not interested in me.
"Hi my name is Angie-"
"I'm not interested. Thank you." That's my call centre job for you.
Just in case I'm to be immortalized in a book reality-TV series, I hope that my life story starts out with: "Once upon a time..." follows through with a: "just when there seemed like hope had forsaken Angie and her frog prince..." and ends with: "....and they lived happily ever after."
If you want to know if I really exist; would like to discover just exactly how wonderfully lovable and silly I am, please by all means contact me. (airplane banner, blimp displaying your undying love, old-fashioned mail, or a telephone call). American currency accepted. |
[doing so much, but I still feel lazy]
Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 10:12 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
How was your day today? Did you get to learn what you wanted to?
Hey girls, hey boys! Maybe you could give me just the slightest hint of a commercial pink and red something or other? I wish I could make a box out of construction paper, tape it to my back, and by the end of the day have a box full of nice little cards. Don't you miss those quirky messages of affection? "You put the HA! back in PEE! Hapee Valentine's Day!" Thank you, Emily! (little sister)
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[You make me feel like dancing]
Sunday, February 11, 2001 - 07:11 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Hair grows out. Hair grows out. Oh, my hair is sooo short, and what's worse, my mom thinks it looks good. Me in cotton sweatsuits for my first few adventures into fashion has desensitized my mother to any fashion faux pauxs I might will experience now.
This has been a weekend worthy of appreciation:
- $18 of alcohol can buy you lonliness, or hatch you beautiful ideas.
- Short black straws come from taller black straws.
- Boys will lock their car doors with a Tylenol 3-drugged up girl in their backseat with the hopes that she will be awoken by the sounds of this world and open their doors.
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