[digitalrice.com : dream host]
Monday, November 27, 2000 - 07:49 p.m. |
Oh boy, I can get a digitalrice.com URL. I find that so nifty!! If only I could think of something worthy of the domain. Hmmm.... Heya Jess, it's a free Domain! Sit on one! |
[Canada gets to vote too!]
Monday, November 27, 2000 - 05:46 p.m. |
2-4-6-8, who do we appreciate?
Apparently I voted Liberal?
Apparently I voted Alliance?
That doesn't make me a fricken political genius or an idiot
A very merry unbirthday to you! |
[YESSSS!]
Monday, November 27, 2000 - 09:59 a.m. |
"Barbie's frown is melting down her face cause Mr. Cellulite is moving into town." - unknown artist
I remember when my friends watched the musty golden yellow of the loonie fall between the seats. They then not-so-silently wondered the (obviously evil) character of the girl who had left the deniro (jocelyn, spelling?) without even attempting a retrieval. The moment she left the boys were on it like a ... (this is a critical humorous point, and I can't think of anything) like a...? |
[November 25, 1982]
Sunday, November 26, 2000 - 01:56 a.m. |
This is obviously a Cameron birthday wish, so let's all come together as strangers and friends alike, to send him some deliciously wonderful karma.
A couple years, and some 14 days ago, a 14 day old Angela _ Phan couldn't have cared less that a Cameron Scott Wakal existed. What happened?
You're the best Cameron!
Happy Happy 18th Birthday!!
A thousand words: starting with cute, nice, and MINE!
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[say something new!]
Friday, November 24, 2000 - 09:46 a.m. |
Today, Angie will say something she's never said before...
When I was little, my lost friends weren't uncovered bitches. They were just friends who screamed, cried, pinched, laughed, and gave me chocolate. I used to do that. On top of being a little kid friend, I also wanted to break my arm, accidently of course. Why? Well, so that I could wear a cast, and everyone would sign it.
Angie, why do you close your eyes when playing ball sports?
I think it's because I still remember those nipple red dodge balls, deflated orange basketballs, unusually hard soft balls, and other such round objects bouncing off my head when I was little. I've yet to become master of the ball. UMMMMMM! (I believe that was a becoming one with the ball UMMM).
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Angie
since November 12, 1982
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