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bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
lick on these nuts and suck the dick..
just get the fuck out when ur done...
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| FUCKING NEW ORLEANS |
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| 01:17am 18/12/2005 |
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FUCKING NEW ORLEANS
so last night was ridiculous.
me, mel, and derek were suppose to go to new orleans to some club called the republic to see jaime model some shit and get free drinks.
so we head over to new orleans, and then... guess what happens next.
yea, u guessed it, we got lost. and not jsut LOST. we are lost in the fucking drowned ass part of NEW ORLEANS. it was so freaky. all the houses were destroyed, there was shit everyone, we knew we were in a bad part when we couldn't find any street signs. they were all bent over or knocked down.
and then we got lost again, except we got lost in an area where you couldn't tell what street was going what way. so we ended going up the OFF ramp the wrong way... lucky for us there were NO CARS, HUMANS, LIGHTS, or LIVING OR SIGNS OF LIVING THINGS anywhere, just puddles of water, to get in our way. unfortunately, we were in a VERY BAD part of new orleans.
basically we were a few streets from the ninth ward, right up next to the levee. talk about scary. although the only thing to fear out there is the mold.
so then we finally get there to the club after an hour of being lost and missing the same exit 9 times. and it was awesome. we got free drinks cause jaime was all vip and shit.
and we looked HOT. and we GOT FUCKED UP. twas great.
derek puked ten times and pissed on the side of the road on a major street at 4 in the morning. then i had to pee so i peed behind some place and ended up pissing all over my stupid ass and falling on the ground. so i just sat there and pissed all over myself.
then mel pissed on herself. it was HILARIOUS.
then this morning i was checking the camera to see all the pics and i didn't remember half of that shit.
*sigh* such a great way to FUCK off finals.
in other news, got laid, and my sex drive got semi satisfied.
in other other news, i listen to the RENT soundtrack to much.
so my next paycheck is gonna kick ass cause i'm working everyday this week, RoCK ON.
well sam's in town and so in lauren, so we're partying every night. call derek or me to party motherfuckers.
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| 08:13pm 08/11/2005 |
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10 Favorites...
Favorite Color: blue
Favorite Food: SOY
Favorite Band: oh shit... umm... fionaAPPLE
Favorite Movie: right now i'm quite a fan of elizabeth
Favorite Sport: soccer fo sho
Favorite Season: haha, seasons, silly quiz i live in louisiana, it's always summer, except for 5 random days between october to february when it's winter... haha...
Favorite Day Of the Week: FRIDAY
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: chocolaLA
9 Currents...
Current Mood: a bit pissy with a hint of determination and a splash of hyperactivity
Current Taste: saliva
Current Clothes: brown yearbook shirt with my favorite patchwork hobo blue and brown skirt!
Current Computer: derek's... mine's chillin in the car
Current Finger/Tonail polish: french manicure on some fake tips
Current Time: 8:04 pm
Current Surroundings: my apartment, derek/kinda mine's room
Current Annoyance(s): bra wire stabbing my boob and sinus infection
8 Firsts...
First Best Friend: jaime lea fucking leonard
First Screen Name: icequeen .... everyone thought i was gay
First Pet: about 13 different cats whose names i cant recall
First Piercing: my ears at claires
First Crush: gordon abu (woot woot)
First Music: wilson phillips, amy grant, and phil collins
First time: i had my period was in 6th grade... mrs. mitchell's class
7 Lasts
Last Cigarette: saturday night
Last Drink: aqua
Last Car ride: with myself to this here apartment
Last Text Message: "babe" from steve
Last Movie Seen: elizabeth
Last Phone call: steve
Last CD Played: fiona apple's extraordinary machine
6 Have You Ever....
Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: no sir
Have You Ever Broken the Law: haha, yes
Have You Ever Been Arrested: haha, no
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: once
Have You Ever Been on TV: no, fuck
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: lol, yes and then i had sex with them...
5 Things....
You Did Last Night:
1. chilled with logan and brandi
2. watched shaun of the dead
3. had an awesome convo about sex, as usual
4. gave my boyfriend a kickass present
5. thought about how much i missed coffee
4 Places....
You've Been In The Last 24 Hours...
1. my house
2. my apartment
3. logan's apartment
4. CC's coffee
3 People You Can Tell Anything..
1. StephdEnREK
2. LAUREMNomma
3. JuliSaMantha
2 Choices...
1. night or day: NIGHT
2. blunt or bong: BONGGGGGG named sebastian
1 person
1 Person You'd Do Anything For: jesus.... lol, jk.... steve |
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| 03:42pm 25/10/2005 |
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does anyone else find themselves obsessively changing shit on their myspace... cause my myspace is getting to be ridiculous! |
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| 11:53pm 17/10/2005 |
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mood:  chipper music: fiona apple's extraordinary machine
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These are supposedly 26 questions that no one would
ever think to ask. Answer them, then REPOST the
bulletin:
1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? my hair
2. How much cash do you have on you? i have a debit card...
3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"? ZEST
4. Favorite flower? hibiscuses... they are hotness and there are so many awesome variations
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? stephen g golden!
6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? time warp... from the rocky horror picture show
7. What shirt are you wearing? i am wearing a towel *okay sluts, i just hopped out of the shower*
8. Do you "label" yourself? "weird"
9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing. i believe shoes infrige on my feets ability to be comfortable...
10. Bright or Dark Room? dark dark dark
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? i dont even know this kid
12. Ever "spilled the beans"? i have once before... it was a nasty spill too... took me a month to clean that shit up. ever cleaned up spilled beans... its leaves a nasty residue on the floor.. jesus christ
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? smoking thinking about how i should be going to bed
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say? "i would rather be in hell right now than with my family. i want to have dinner with your family. i love you." (steve)
15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups" or Banners? nope... cause they usually only pop up whenever i'm busy trying to look at other shit
16. What's a saying that you say a lot? "cunt", "fo sho", "bitch, i'll kill you", "... your mom *insert previous said verb or adjective*"
17. Who told you they loved you last? steve
18. Last furry thing you touched? my legs... haha
19. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past Three Days? 1 and only one...
20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? i think 5
21. Favorite age you have been so far? being 17 kicked assholes and so did being 10
22. Your worst enemy? men/ myself
23 What is your current desktop picture? steve with an umbrella on top of a car
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "okay i'll call you before i go to bed, love you"
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret? well its a good thing i have no regrets... the fucking money duH
26. Do you love / like someone? sure fucking DO
so anyways, love everyone and cant wait to have one fucking hell of a fucking halloween!
ps. steve is coming down in two weeks! (let the fucking countdown begin) |
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| 09:00am 10/10/2005 |
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Although Vagina Warriors are highly original, they possess some general defining characteristics:
They are fierce, obsessed, can’t be stopped, driven.
They are no longer beholden to social customs or inhibited by taboos. They are not afraid to be alone, not afraid to be ridiculed or attacked. They are often willing to face anything for the safety and freedom of others.
They love to dance.
They are directed by vision, not ruled by ideology.
They are citizens of the world. They cherish humanity over nationhood.
They have a wicked sense of humor. A Palestinian activist told jokes to an Israeli soldier who pointed a machine gun at her as she tried to pass the checkpoints. She literally disarmed him with her humor.
Vagina Warriors know that compassion is the deepest form of memory.
They know that punishment does not make abusive people behave better. They know that it is more important to provide a space where the best can emerge rather than “teaching people a lesson.” I met an extraordinary activist in San Francisco, a former prostitute who had been abused as a child. Working with the correctional system, she devised a therapeutic workshop where convicted pimps and johns could confront their loneliness, insecurity and sorrow.
Vagina Warriors are done being victims. They know no one is coming to rescue them. They would not want to be rescued.
They have experienced their rage, depression, desire for revenge and they have transformed them through grieving and service. They have confronted the depth of their darkness. They live in their bodies.
They are community makers. They bring everyone in.
Vagina Warriors have a keen ability to live with ambiguity. They can hold two existing, opposite thoughts at the same time. I first recognized this quality during the Bosnian war. I was interviewing a Muslim woman activist in a refugee camp whose husband had been decapitated by a Serb. I asked her if she hated Serbs. She looked at me as if I were crazy. “No, no, I do not hate Serbs,” she said, “If I were to hate Serbs, then the Serbs would have won.”
Vagina Warriors know that the process of healing from violence is long and happens in stages. They give what they need the most, and by giving this they heal and activate the wounded part inside.
Many Vagina Warriors work primarily on a grassroots level. Because what is done to women is often done in isolation and remains unreported, Vagina Warriors work to make the invisible seen. Mary in Chicago fights for the rights of Women of Color so that they are not disregarded or abused; Nighat risked stoning and public shaming in Pakistan by producing “The Vagina Monologues” in Islamabad so that the stories and passions of women would not go unheard; Esther insists that the hundreds of disappeared girls in Juarez are honored and not forgotten.
vagina warrior... yes mam! |
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| BITCHES AND HOES |
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| 09:13am 03/10/2005 |
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mood:  amused music: birds twirping... eh?
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WHAT A WEEK THIS IS GONNA BE!!!?
okay so check it out... wednesday, ROCKIN it big with mel and derek for mel's bday with some sweet tatts.
thursday night: no class cause all of mine were canceled! so 80s NIGHT HERE WE COME!
friday: enjoy my fucking day off with my momma.
sat/sun.... MORE ENJOYMENT..
then on tuesday of next week, i might go to this:
Subject: [adult swim] party at spanish moon
Message: Hey boys and girls. We are throwing a huge Danger Doom album release party at the Spanish Moon on Tuesday October 11th. As always there will be a ton of free [adult swim] swag. So be there or be square - erich LSU [as] rep
SOUNDS HOT TO ME.... SO WHOSE UP FOR SOME HOT SPANISH MOON FUN.
ps. i am very very happy
I miss me some lauren!
THANKSGIVING IS GONNA ROCK MY SOCKS OFF.
off to class i go...
LOVE YOU ALL YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKIN CUNTS! |
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| 02:02pm 24/09/2005 |
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so we spent the majority of the night watching our parking lots flood, and then trying to move the flooded cars, having push them all out, trying to wake people up...
then wading through waste deep nasty water trying to find the drains and then digging out the drains and saving our side.
then we went over to the other side, which was worse and saved them, while they all watched us.
mind you, all girls, and no one helped us. fuckin right.
but it was crazy, water up to my waist... about 2 feet of water
my car didn't get water in it... but brandi, and julia got some.
and our poor neighbor jessica. she is from new orleans and already has lost everything, and her car... was by far the worst on our side.
on the other side though, the water was above my waist, and there was one car with water half way up the door.
AHHHHHH damn hurricanes need to fuck off. |
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| DEAR CHRIST |
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| 06:33pm 19/09/2005 |
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DEAR CHRIST
OH MY GOD, so I'm chilling on the couch right. Brandi is doing dishes. All of a sudden I see a glass break, then I look at Brandi.
10 minutes later, we are heading to the emergency room cause Brandi has to get stitches from the deep ass cut in her hand.
Mind you, I can't drive, cause of my foot. Brandi is driving with one hand.
So we are now two fucking crimples, trying to help each other out.
Derek's next! |
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| 12:01pm 19/09/2005 |
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So ontop of being ridiculously sick, not being able to stop coughing, not being able to breathe and feeling like shit in general (i had a fever)... I FUCKING SPRAINED MY ANKLE! FUCK. I just tried to leave the apartment, go take a test... BUT NO... FUCK NO, i fall and hurt my freakin ankle. So I get in my car to leave... derek is with me... and along the way, I really can't break anymore, because it hurts to bad. SO when I get to school, I try to stand up... yea that didn't work. My foot is now swollen and I'm inable to stand on it. SO we go to the student health center... get it x-rayed. And according to my dr. it's either sprained really bad or i might have torn or pulled a ligment or something. FUCKING ASS. I'm so pissed, when do i get my break. Now i'm on crutches. But at least I have a medical parking pass! |
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| 09:03pm 18/09/2005 |
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i <3 gay men. |
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| 12:26pm 17/09/2005 |
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Check it out: I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.
Not at anyone person, but at people in general.
I pose this question: what's wrong with me?
Now some of you may think to yourself, nothing Danae, absolutely nothing. Well, I would almost agree with you. I think I'm a fairly attractive girl, with a fairly interesting mind, and interesting thoughts, who lives in such an interesting life, with awesome friends, who is good in bed, and sweet, completely loving, honest, tenderhearted, a bit dramatic. I can certainly think of myself in the nicest, greatest ways.
The problem arises when I look at myself through the eyes of others. And not just any others, the others that are the ones I want to see me the best. The ones I want to give myself to. The ones I always trust, and always fuck. Maybe there within lies my problem, but lets focus on the facts, then do the analyzing.
So I pose this question again, straight up: What's wrong with me?
I'm now going to unfold my history of relationships, small or large... right here:
Back in the day, when I would go camping with Rachel, my neighbor, we would always meet up with like one guy, who was always alone. It was understood that Rachel automatically got the guy. After we would meet the guy, she would talk about how much she liked him, as if I couldn't even like him because I had no chance. What gave her the rights to any cute guy?
John, funny guy, good friend sort of. He dated Rachel, but she dumped him, so he went for me. But not for me, for the sex I would give him. John wasn't even that great looking of a guy, he was just a really good friend. But I was never given any chance with him, he automatically forced us from good friends backwards into fuck buddies. We never talk now, unless he calls me at 3 in the morning cause he wants some ass. Where was my chance?
Clay, now a great friend, but the first time we met, we messed around, I liked him so much, not sure why at the ttime I did though. He didn't call me for 3 weeks after we went on our second date. I was good enough to fuck for one night, but I wasn't meant to go any further.
Randy, yes, Randy. Lives in Texas, many of you met him. I have no hard feelings towards him, but he came down to visit me on my birthday, claiming he loved me... blah blah blah, but never came back the next day like he promised. In fact didn't even get in contact with me until the Hurricane happened. So now he cares about my stupid ass. But apparently, I wasn't good enough for him. Not the most extreme case, but still, it hurt nonetheless.
Ben. Asshole in general, who started off in a weird way with me in a weird relationship, that turned into a hell hole, got way better, then fell apart, and ended with a lot of grief. Somewhere between hell and heaven with me and Ben, Samantha Blanchard, my best friend was introduced into the picture. They quickly became "friends" as they said they were just that. Met up a few months later, fucked around with each other, and now they would completely date if it wasn't for distance. Now the whole time this was going down, Ben always referred to sex with me. That was something we could always discuss, like sex was always an option, but relationship never was. I was restricted to sex, cut off from any chances of normal decency, and reduced to a fuck buddy. What makes me not good enough, but makes my best friend desirable?
Then there is every guy I have ever fucked, who I ironically never dated. I was never given a chance, and sometimes they weren't given a chance either.
And for the newest addition to my hall of shame, Adam. Adam is Derek and Brandi's neighbor, who I have been fucking, but as of late, quit fucking because he realized he didn't plan on ever progressing into anything. In fact, everything degressed into hell. Well, this morning, Brandi was no were to be found, I had left her at his apartment, I went over, and she wasn't on the couch, she was in his bed, and I know he was naked, although I didn't get to see them actually in bed. She denies it and said she passed out in the his bed. Dude, I left them on the couch, and they were smoking there so there is no reason they would have gone into the bedroom for anything. Unless it was to get more comfortable, which the couches are more comfy and bigger. Where am I left now? I just found out too that Adam told Brandi how much he liked her and how he thought we was gorgeous. (sigh) I always wondered why Adam could say how beautiful everyone of my friends were but never how pretty, or cute, or beautiful I was. Where am I left now?
Is it safe to assume Brandi fucked Adam, dude, even if I don't assume that, he still likes her. He LIKES her. He never liked me, but apparently that doesn't matter when you are fucking. I was soo good enough for him to fuck, to bang, to sleep with, to cuddle with, to kiss... but I just didn't quite make the mark to someone you like. WHY THE FUCK DID HE EVEN TOUCH ME IF HE DIDN"T LIKE ME? How was I suppose to know that the guy didn't give a shit about me when he was cuddling with me, kissing me. What the fuck man?
I am just in shock, I'm not sure what to do about Brandi either. I don't want to get mad if nothing happened, but dude, what about that is sketchy... the part where she denies being with him.
I see the way Adam looks at Brandi, and I know the way he sits closer to her than anyone else. I see the way things fall with me and people.
In comparison to other girls, I just must never add up to being enough in people's eyes.
I very much dislike this.
SO again, I asK: What is wrong with me?
Obviously something must be wrong... ?
When I was about 7 years old, I had a neighbor who I had the biggest crush on. It was best friend's older brother. I really liked him, and thought he liked me. You know where that got me. If you know me, then you know. I thought he would like me if I did what he said. That was the beginning of this mess... I just wanted to do whatever I could to make him like me like I liked him.
SEX... I hate the word that I'm so wrapped in.
I end in short with some Fiona Apple, who alone will avenge my grief!
How many times do I have to say
To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
Cuz I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me
I've got to get away |
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| 08:49am 16/09/2005 |
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WHAT THE HELL IS IN DIET SPRITE?
Seriously, guys what is in it. there is no sugar, calories, fat, nothing. and it tastes like shit too. EH, i fucking buy diet sprite this morning thinking i'll be all sauvy and drink something more healthy... but what is my reward, shit! haha
everytime i start to think i dont want to major in latin, i have class and we translate and i turn into the biggest dork, actually being excited about translating and shit.... christ, what to do with myself
i'm basically almost moved out into the apartment with brandy, it's just unofficial
oh yea, and adam can kiss it... i'm worth so much more than he will ever recognize, and you know what... i am good enough to DATE. asshole male.
being gay cannot be a choice, because if it was, i'd chose lesbianism.
my tattoo is basically healed... time for another one.
i got to get in birth control... not that i plan on having sex anytime. its funny, the whole time you are having sex you act like an idiot and dont use birth control, then when you finally are about to get it, your not sexing anymore, and there is no point.
so i'm chilling up in the quad. getting a haircut today, at 11:15. WHO IS PUMPED, ME!
oh my god, i miss going out so bad. STAR 80 i need you like a coke whore needs her fix. i would blow someone just to get to go out and go to 80s night. but dude, i just can't do it with school
i'm pretty satisfied with myself right now in college, and my behavior, but i need to buckle down on just a few things. if i studied just a bit more, i think i'll feel a bit better.
but college is beautiful, awesome, and great. only thing is it requires so much damn time. i forgot how much i hate studying.
fiona apple totally heals my soul every morning i wake up.
miss my bitch lauren... love her, and MISS HER!
i just got one more thing to say...
my humps, my humps, my humps, my humps, my humps, my lovely little lumps!
what you gonna do with all that ass, all that ass inside them jeans... i'ma make make you scream...
bitches...
live long club 213 |
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| 03:51pm 04/09/2005 |
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1.) Copy and paste this into your journal:
<*font color="yourusername"> <*b>yourusername<*/b> <*/font>
2.) Eliminate the asterisks.
2 1/2.) Replace "yourusername" with your user name.
3.) See what color you are.
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| 12:59pm 13/07/2005 |
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so this is what happened for my birthday
Current mood: sad
so... i went to marshall's house up in the country club of LA, except i ended up having to drive his car to get in and he had to drive lauren's. anyways, so we hung out there and all that jazz. i got myself pretty messed up, then actually messed up.
oh wait, before we went to marshall's we had to go to derek's and brandi's new apartment to get julia's smirnoff that was somewhere in the apartment. so we had to get brandi's keys and go to the apartment.
now their apartment has no lights because they have no electricity. so here is julia, lauren, and me trying ot look around a pitch black room for a bottle of liquor. we almost gave up until finally i went and got my phone and started going through every box in there. then i heard this chingy noise... thats when i knew... it must be the LIQUOR. so i ripped open the bag and found our booze.
ANYWAYS, but the bad part of the story is when brandi called wanting her keys but i couldn't find them. she freaked out and told me to find her keys now and then she hung up.
so there we are, julia and me, dumping my purse out on the floor going through everything, turning everything upside down only to not find a single fucking KEY!
anyways, so we go to sleep, promising to pay whatever it costs to fix this problem.
we wake up, leave marshalls, and start driving back to julia's car, still not knowing where the keys are. then i get a phone call from Randy. so that was exciting and such. well i tell him we're going out later and he says he'll come and blah blah blah. so that puts me in a such a better mood. cause come on, it's my birthday and i fucking have lost my good friend's keys.
so we go to my house, everyone shows up. i'm trying to pick out an outfit, when julia says, "ooo, my present might help". she comes back and throws something at me which i SCREAM in delight at.
see, there is this skirt that i have wanted for about a week, but wouldn't buy because it was kinda expensive, and julia.... bought it for me. i almost cried i was so happy.
so i got all hot up for my birthday. then got to explain to loser Randy how to drive to Portobellos, I wanted Italian for my birthday.
we go eat, Randy arrives, I open all my present... and then we leave to head over to Derek's apartment. Oh and I showed Randy Parkview... haha, as if anyone would actually want to see that hell hole.
sooo, we head over to Derek's to the no electricity or A.C. apartment. and it's sunday so all we have to drink is beer. i tried that but it didn't work.
then we went over to his creepy neighbor Jacob's apartment. jacob didn't make very many friends with the girls, but aparently all the guys just loved him.
so after a weird few 30 minutes of sitting next to "i have a fake penis let me shove it in ur face" i go sit by Randy. (who smells so pretty).
eventually we end up heading home. Randy and I hugged and he promises me to come back the next day and blah blah blah. which i'm thinking, "yay he had a good time, and this was good, despite the fact that i was pissy about the jacob guy and i'll get to see him tomorrow, and.." more silly girllyness.
so that was my birthday.
BUT THE IS THE BEST PART! of the story and what's kinda been putting me in an off mood.
Randy never called the next day, never called the next... and still hasn't called although I'm pretty sure he's back in Texas.
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| 02:41pm 10/07/2005 |
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its my birthday! |
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| 01:07am 03/07/2005 |
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www.one.org
can you hear us Mr. President? |
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| set me free, with your love, SET ME FREE |
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| 10:25pm 30/06/2005 |
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set me free, YOUR HEAVEN'S A LIE!
soooo, now that i am done with my sad, emo, cliche entrance, i can actually post about my day.
GOODDAMNIT, i hate pretzels, SO MUCH.
i just worked 12 hours and 40 minutes at the GODDAMN PRETZEL TWISTER.
*shaking* show me some love people... |
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| 10:47pm 29/06/2005 |
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mood:  cheerful music: sleep with ur sister
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so i just veeted derek's tummy/chest/legs/arms/and penie... yes mam, i totally just veeted derek's crouch!
but it looks really good now, so YAY! i'm proud of my work on his crouch! it looks really good. but it takes a lot to apply and work. i wouldn't recommend it for anyone.
.... i just veeted a penis. i am officially the best friend eveR!
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