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Everytime I log into livejournal it seems as though the format hs changed, glamed up, revamped, and become even more modern than we thought it was when we were 15 and signed up for this shit. So everytime I log in I assume, and hope, and ultimately pray that livejournal recognizes me and thinks, or says, "ah yes, grlninja. why, she must be in her 20's by now. I bet she's ultra emabrassed of that user name, but good for her for keeping it real, so many of them reach a certain point and feel the need for a change. nope, not grlninja, she's not ashamed to admit she as a youth had poor taste in usernames. same applies to tearjerk and freddypongo, although neither of those now seem as ridiculous and raveresque as grlninja. would it have wounded her so badly to insert the omitted i? Oh that's right, that name was already taken by another highschool, pink haired asshole."
Anyway, life is perfect. Last semester of college, knock on that old perverbial wood. I got a puppy, and it's pretty life changing. I have a cute house with Carrie Stefanski (does that count as a name drop?). Today a well dressed black woman knocked on the back door. I answered and she asked if "Big Girl" was home. I said she didn't live here no more.
Tonight at work I recited sexual harrasment letters to my boss reguarding my male, blonde, soccer playing, tight abed, good looking co-worker.
Letter 1:
Dear Rois,
Tonight Josh gave me two titter twisters. The left one bled. He laughed. I don't think I can worl like this.
Love, Becky
Letter 2:
Dea Rois,
Tonight Josh tried to fit his whole dick in my ear. Now I am deaf. How am I suppose to wait on tables when I can't hear. This is my lovelyhood.
Love, Becky/
Letter 3:
Dear Rois,
Tonight Josh ripped out my armpit hair (which I have neglected to shave for a week) stuck it under his noise and yelled, "I am Hitler." How antisemetic can you be. Can't work like this no more.
Love. Becky
Anyway, life is perfect. Last semester of college, knock on that old perverbial wood. I got a puppy, and it's pretty life changing. I have a cute house with Carrie Stefanski (does that count as a name drop?). Today a well dressed black woman knocked on the back door. I answered and she asked if "Big Girl" was home. I said she didn't live here no more.
Tonight at work I recited sexual harrasment letters to my boss reguarding my male, blonde, soccer playing, tight abed, good looking co-worker.
Letter 1:
Dear Rois,
Tonight Josh gave me two titter twisters. The left one bled. He laughed. I don't think I can worl like this.
Love, Becky
Letter 2:
Dea Rois,
Tonight Josh tried to fit his whole dick in my ear. Now I am deaf. How am I suppose to wait on tables when I can't hear. This is my lovelyhood.
Love, Becky/
Letter 3:
Dear Rois,
Tonight Josh ripped out my armpit hair (which I have neglected to shave for a week) stuck it under his noise and yelled, "I am Hitler." How antisemetic can you be. Can't work like this no more.
Love. Becky