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Sunday, February 03, 2002
yirk.
posted by john at 2:44 PM
Saturday, January 12, 2002
well, it's not my fault! you'd like leave me to go sleep or whatever. and you know you can go without sleeping. but umm..i'm sorry.
and i lost my brush again...
posted by it's yummy at 6:10 PM
yui~ sorry! ;_; i didn't think anyone was reading so i sorta uh.. forgot i had a blog. but no more! today i shall tell you what happened when mom and me were driving to go get my car (it had been in the shop since christmas):
me: (after playing saint etienne) i like this band cause their lyrics don't make sense.
mom: you got that right, how can you listen to words like that?
me: hahhaha. oh you make me laugh, mom.
so there you are. :P dianne sucks. she comes online and says, hey, i'm gonna talk to someone else on the phone, do you mind waiting? and i say sure, i don't care to wait, just let me go get a book.
i also have an excuse for going so long without updating! see... when christmas time comes and everyone is out of school cause of the snow, the whole goddam family queues up at the computer and i just get forced out. bottom of the pecking order, i am. oh crap, i forgot to watch coupling.
posted by john at 3:45 AM
Friday, January 04, 2002
it's cold and i'm bored. i like my livejournal a lot better than the blog :P maybe because it doesn't take so damn long to load ;_; and ummm...it has rivers' head on it! i go back to school tomorrow and no more sister or parents! i don't know what i'm going to do during the summer. i'd die ;_;
posted by it's yummy at 10:40 PM
Friday, December 28, 2001
oh john. i'm waiting for you, but i can't find you! well...actually...it's like 7 here and i really have nothing to do...at all. and so i came online. come online, you pussy cracking bitch fuck!
posted by it's yummy at 9:47 PM
we need so damn many things to keep our stupid lives going. thank you stereolab. i'm eating spaghetti-o's and trying to make people talk to me. :P it's not working. well, the spaghetti-o's part is.
posted by john at 2:36 PM
Thursday, December 27, 2001
you will get a present from me too, dianne, but i'm waiting until you go back to college or your mom will think i'm a stalker. AGAIN. i could just tell you what i'm getting you but that would take all the fun out of it for me, and by hell if it's not all about me i don't want anything to do with it. and thank you for the layout stuff. XD i love it too, but i love everything i do. ;_; but the thing about the handshake was like... i'm glad he remembers me and all but it just made it seem like we were characters from the boiler room or whatever that movie is. it was too strange. i'm not used to shaking hands with people. we usually just nod or throw beer.
mom took me shopping today... well, actually, i just followed her around as she looked through wrapping paper and clothes and hair dryers.
JOHN: why are we getting wrapping paper? christmas is over.
MOM: it's dirt-cheap now. we can use it next year.
JOHN: oh, you didn't save enough when you told me to unwrap my packages as carefully as possible, eh? bah!
(i made the last line up.)
okay, anyway, i want chan marshall to sing my birthday song. ;_; i love her smoky country voice, like a slow drink of whiskey.
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