Called in sick so I could go shopping today I bought my friend and her hubby the coolest chip and dip bowl .. it's ceramic with a bunch of naked skiiers chillin' in a hot tub and skiis lying everywhere .. hehe, ahhh it will bring back fond skiing memories .. well not the nakedness but the skiing
mean bitches. i didnt know we came in hives though.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
I call them a hive because they seem to share a single mind: what one knows, they all know, they don't make independent decisions, they have a group will... that sort of hive. it's my ex from over a year ago that's got them after me, and who still apparently talks about and slanders me regularly
Just because I am sexy, naked, a bassist, and sporting a top hat doesn't make me Duncan Coutts!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
Last night I had this strange dream. I was in a car with Susan, Aerin, and some random guys, and Lori was driving. Except she only had her G1 and we were on the highway leaving Toronto and it was pouring rain so I was a little nervous. Anyway we eventually got somewhere and Aerin told us to go into this place. Inside the front door was a staircase. We went up the stairs. There were little dogs everywhere. In fact, on the stairs on the way up I spotted a huge, waist-high bottle of shampoo that said "Herbal Essences - Victorian Dog Shampoo" on it. Anyway, we walked up the stairs to find an atticky-type place that had the walls, floors, ceiling, EVERYTHING painted this awful shade of green, and there was a small cafeteria-like serving bar. Apparently it was a restaurant. I was kind of wondering why Aerin had recommended this place because the food looked wholly unappetizing and it had bits of trash floating around in it. I got a plate of pasta which the serving dude kindly picked a pencil stub and a penny out of before giving it to me. That's all I really remember except for some scandalous discovery that some of the food was covered and hidden. I don't know why that was scandalous. So anyway, I'm now questioning my sanity. And Aerin's taste in food.
awkward is the new cool
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anyways. i'm bleaching my own hair right now, and my throat is burning. i've done this before, but it was awhile ago and i don't know if this is normal, oh well.
happeninfish wrote:Good god, she's finally done it
Ok, here's my thing for today.
Last night I had this strange dream. I was in a car with Susan, Aerin, and some random guys, and Lori was driving. Except she only had her G1 and we were on the highway leaving Toronto and it was pouring rain so I was a little nervous. Anyway we eventually got somewhere and Aerin told us to go into this place. Inside the front door was a staircase. We went up the stairs. There were little dogs everywhere. In fact, on the stairs on the way up I spotted a huge, waist-high bottle of shampoo that said "Herbal Essences - Victorian Dog Shampoo" on it. Anyway, we walked up the stairs to find an atticky-type place that had the walls, floors, ceiling, EVERYTHING painted this awful shade of green, and there was a small cafeteria-like serving bar. Apparently it was a restaurant. I was kind of wondering why Aerin had recommended this place because the food looked wholly unappetizing and it had bits of trash floating around in it. I got a plate of pasta which the serving dude kindly picked a pencil stub and a penny out of before giving it to me. That's all I really remember except for some scandalous discovery that some of the food was covered and hidden. I don't know why that was scandalous. So anyway, I'm now questioning my sanity. And Aerin's taste in food.
Hmmm... might need a Freudian to psychoanalyze that one. I mean, it's obviously not based on reality. I haven't eaten pencils or pennies in... oh, months.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
anyways. i'm bleaching my own hair right now, and my throat is burning. i've done this before, but it was awhile ago and i don't know if this is normal, oh well.
haha yea i just dyed my hair blond the other day and the fumes were really getting to me. it was horrible.
I am taking a break from studying for my history final. I am confident I know everything about Martin Luther and the Peace of Westphalia, because that actually matters in life.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I bought my friend and her hubby the coolest chip and dip bowl .. it's ceramic with a bunch of naked skiiers chillin' in a hot tub and skiis lying everywhere .. hehe, ahhh it will bring back fond skiing memories .. well not the nakedness but the skiing 
