[venom un-unleashed]
Saturday, May 5, 2001 - 11:02 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Sadly, Bambi's lesson failed to fall upon me: If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all.
i think I've run out of effective threats when i rely upon the, "I'll kill you if..." method. Everyone knows i vomit when I see vomit, and I pee my pants when I see blood.
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[Ma'am, the 24 cents not accounted for is your interest]
Thursday, May 3, 2001 - 11:59 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
My bank is wonderful. Somewhere in their pockets they found enough time to throw some change my way. Short of dancing a funny little jig and tipping my hat out, I'd say that 24cents is not bad. Not bad at all. |
[I just wanted to say something]
Tuesday, May 1, 2001 - 05:34 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I've been looking at my last post. How lack lustre of me.
Hmm, the line between tanktop and lingerie top is getting thinner and thinner. I think the two will meet a mutual consensus when they merge into the ever popular thong.
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[Baseball, your ass is mine (?)]
Sunday, April 29, 2001 - 07:11 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
This Thursday, is the day in which I play church league baseball. I really enjoy organized activities in the sunlight. I've been looking foward to this all winter long. As to being a physical asset for the team:
Ever since paper was invented they've been printing me "Thanks for being a participant" award. That piece of paper might as well say, "Congratulations your autonomic systems are working. Blink, breathe, blink, breath." I guess I've accepted the fact that I can't be stellar all the time.
Wish me luck! |
[Care for some naked hottie pics?]
Friday, April 27, 2001 - 02:51 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
There if you (aol visitors) didn't care to finish loading this page you got the pertinent part.
Just so you know there's a difference between the charateristic trait of being "bubbly". Bubbly good and bubbly bad. Apparently one is rather vapid and stupid, and the other one is your girlfriend.
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[Underneath all this clothes, I am very naked]
Thursday, April 26, 2001 - 07:25 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
White thighs peeking out of an "oversized t-shirt" sent Jocelyn and I into fits of laughter. There's something that dies about modesty when it comes to entering a hottub wearing white t-shirts.
What a special day April 25 was. I think the fun really started when we de-virginated a pina colada slushy with some raspberry coolers. Mmm, burp. I love frolicking in summer's goodness.
[events can be found summarized beautifully by Jocelyn] |
[I never want to be like you!]
Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 05:10 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
You know, it's really easy to be understand why I should be understanding; at the same time my saying, "I understand," seems to fall flat with the disappointment apparent in my voice, face, and/or actions. The only reason I put up with, understand, being let down is because some people just make up for the little downs with so many worthwhile "ups."
Just a thought:
secret admirers make me bubble. Be one too and send me a little hello! |
[Situations]
Sunday, April 22, 2001 - 07:44 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
If you ask my opinion I'll tell you anything but. It seems that I can't really pin myself down to one steadfast idea. My ideas, morals and ethics seem to mould and form as the situation happens.
What would you do if approached by a prostitute?
Well, as experience has told me, I would meet her in a Vancouver Sushi/Arcade Bar and chat her up while her pimp watched from the window outside.
What would you do in case of a threesome?
I would break the glass and pull the fire alarm. -I don't know- Well, because it would be really really hhhot.
PS. Secret admirers, reveal yourselves....
PPS.
 as seen in the British Edition of Cosmopolitan
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[I'm absoluely priceless]
Thursday, April 19, 2001 - 04:52 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
If you are in the way of any practicing dentist's sleep then please move out of the way!! I'd really prefer my wisdom teeth be removed by a professional. An alert professional dentist. |
[Anything after this is yuck!]
Sunday, April 15, 2001 - 10:51 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
courtesy of cameron
April 17, 2001
Well, I think I've reached pictoral orgasm. That's it AngiePita has had it's cutensss factor hit full blast. I'll be back laaater. |
[if I don't do it, will you?]
Saturday, April 14, 2001 - 10:01 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Note to self:
Today is Saturday. I'm going to have to round up some troops to hang out with me today. It's not like they have final exams or anything. Wish me luck. Good luck Angie. Thanks. |
[Hi!]
Friday, April 13, 2001 - 12:21 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
2 more months until it's my turn to enjoy summer.
I want wholesome fun. Sex! was the first answer exclaimed in the vehicle on the ride home last night, and that was exactly what I was trying to avoid. I really never thought of sex as wholesome. Maybe if someone were to sprinkle 7 essential grains on the copulating couple?
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[soon I will delete entries]
Wednesday, April 11, 2001 - 08:41 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Rummaging through my head for sources of discontent I felt a little twinge in the "being a girl" section of my brain.
It is a little unsettling to think that my emotions are in control. In the control of freaky little chemicals! Freaky little chemicals in my brain that I am knowingly destroying through frivolous evenings of fermented yeast. Are things being skewered in a negative light with the help of hormones from Pre and post menstrual syndromes??
Ah, who cares. Easter is here for me to sleep and enjoy the company of friends. Bring the fun on!! |
[Reviso on the semi-whino below.]
Tuesday, April 10, 2001 - 06:08 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
My boyfriend doesn't believe such nonsense (the post below). I must have manged to get him mixed up for the mentality of a silly little girl whacked up on scooby snacks.
Besides making little oopsies along the way, my day has been splendid. As hot as I feel I am, I think I need to be stylish and just know it. No need for other's affirmation. I'd like to exude friendly confidence and the first place to start is byy telling you all about it here. That's right, cute sophistiMCated Angie making her 2001 debut. Can you blame a girl for wanting to look unique? Just like everyone else?
Somehow, falling into a "vat of hot" validates me as a fashion advisor. Sometimes I'm such a phoney with so much cow pie to dish out. |
[When is the last time you called me - called me Angie?]
Monday, April 9, 2001 - 08:07 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Wow, I made the title two questions in one.
Exhale: While I think about something to say my gas meter is ticking away, costing my family ever so much money. This money comes back to me and that big ugly word: Responsibility. For the first time, I've had to purchase a bus pass wtih my very own money. I hope the 'rents forget this silliness and start paying for my every whim again.
Catering to every whim: My boyfriend believes that boys who choose to be "in the cage" otherwise known as in the company confinement of their girlfriends are wusses. Yeah, well, atleast there's some "hello, how are you's" going on in their little romance puzzle.
Unfortunately, those of you who want either Cameron or Angie, (or both of us, you bad bad monkey!) In their love shack for two, try not to hold your breath. We be humming along quite nicely.. |
[no, go get your own!]
Monday, April 9, 2001 - 06:38 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
It's like a girlfriend is an add-on he wouldn't mind having, but could do without.
That sometimes makes me feel like a cigarette lighter in the car of a non-smoker. AAHHHH! Being me is such wonderous fun.
If you tell me I'm insecure, please, do me a favor and also add why I shouldn't be.
Contrary to what'ere I said above, I am in high spirits. |
[Why don't you just go naked?]
Monday, April 9, 2001 - 05:33 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I got home and the first thing I did was unzip my pants and take off all my outer clothing. So as I sit here in my undergarments -- ah ha. I almost told you I wasn't wearing much of anything. Phew.
Today, as I walked off the bus a warm pair of eyes and confident smiling lips caught my attention. Intentionally? I'm not sure, but when I focused I realized that my expression was far from welcoming. It's as if my face tries to assume a defensive position when I'm not paying attention. As if it says, "What are you looking at huh? Huh?" |
[Fishing them in]
Sunday, April 8, 2001 - 10:05 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Have you ever started a conversation with, "tell me how wonderful I am!" ? I've tried, but it usually comes out as, "So, how was your day today? Yeah? That sounds cool, so um...."
Recently I've been receiving correspondence from an "anonymous" male admirer. I love it!! If I, we, continue along at this pace my day will be filled with a bunch of "peace out," :"you're hot!!", "cute" etc etc .... ah you must get the point by now. Angie has awoken to wonderous flattering email.
Taken out of very little context:
>lucky guy u got because u are totally hot
>peace out
I think I've reached the pinnacle though, so I'll stop while I'm still sizzlin'! |
[Fascist Romance and Tired Boyfriends]
Saturday, April 7, 2001 - 01:23 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
When I borrowed his sweatshirt I had fully intended to return it. It simply was supposed to keep me warm that one cold day. Three weeks later, I'm sitting here swaddled in its soft green warmth. I can't return it. This sweatshirt is as routine as brushing my teeth before bed. It's as familar as my bed and just as inviting. It helps to know that this very same article of clothing was warm against his skin as it is for mine now. It's a little piece of Cameron when "cameron pieces" are rare. I guess I'll just have to "borrow" it for a bit longer.
b l i p b l i p b l i p
This evening was splendid. Watching a friend hustle his buns across a dark field to steal a piece of ashphalt off the airplane landing strip was priceless. Watching him crawl back World War trench style was mystifying. "What is he doing? Did he pass out?" Our good karma, however, did not blanket our attempts of stealing CITY OF EDMONTON property. Unfortunately, a fence and the fact that we were aimed in the wrong direction served to be very big obstacles. |
[Can you put your arm around me?]
Thursday, April 5, 2001 - 05:10 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Sadly, I too am lacking sex. Although, the funny thing is, I don't want sex as much as i just want to be a sexually desireable creature. Or in other words a SPROING-O-Matic babe! Maybe not to the masses, but to someone. I could try to rate my sproing-ness: a hotdog on the end of the fork just won't do.
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[Friend, today is not the day to begrudge friends]
Monday, April 2, 2001 - 08:28 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I really wanted to believe that the "daylight savings time" was one big contrived APRIL FOOL'S joke.
"Beware of being voted must beautiful and smart in the world!!!" Now that would be a most wonderful horoscope. |
