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well, sometimes you just have to see shaq when you go to dinner.
no, i swear.
shaquille (how the hell do you spell that) o'neal.
now, ooooobviously, i'm a HUGE sports fan (yah), but shaq? the man is huge!
wait wait.
he was wearing his OWN jersey. okay, you're a super-famous athlete, so you're going to be mmmm, sporty? but to wear your own jersey? yeah, we KNOW by your grand stature that you're shaq (saying "shaq" is hilarious) but the jersey? is that what people do? naw. i don't like it.
THEN! simply because it's meg's day of birth, we went to ozzie's. and who is there? okay, i don't specifically remember her, but you know piggie from one of those road rules seasons? what? she was there. she lives here, i heard she's a bitch. a man FELL hard out of his seat and got a concusion or was wicked drunk...or both, there was no one there for a hour or so, and someone sang 'Freedom '90' (which i LOVE) and then katie and ben and friends came. AND jay and tim and some dude...who we're cool with now. yeah.
two things i need to discuss:
1. sometimes, i'm quite attracted to shorter (than I) quirky, awkward guys. i certainly love guys that are taller than i am and i don't even have to think about it. but also, i really don't care sometimes. like, height is...height. i mean, it's just what it is. i think i have issues with SOMETHING like shorter or younger guys being non-threatening. i haven't figured it out yet. whoa. too deep for online. don't care. i'm writing for myself, here.
2. oh, i remember what this is. i love to sing. and i enjoy a karaoke just because singing is fun. but i can't deal with the stigma involved. i think it's pretty embarassing because i know what i look like when it's done and i just try to act non-concerned, but it's embaraaaaarassing. i just do this "ooh, what? i'm kinda good?" (see i just did it again) like, i know i can sing a lick, but it obviously hasn't gotten ANYWHERE, so i'm not THAT good. i just like to sing. it's quite simple. i am too aware of myself, for anyone's good. i just like to sing. i don't give a shit if it's in my bedroom singing prince into my mirror, i just like it.
and also, #3. i don't care how hot you are as a lady, you DON'T wear high-heeled sneakers. either wear your sneaks or your damn high-heels. don't combine them, it's retarded. via spiga? don't care. don't do it.
i'm sick of this.
i can see your sadness. it's lovely.
no, i swear.
shaquille (how the hell do you spell that) o'neal.
now, ooooobviously, i'm a HUGE sports fan (yah), but shaq? the man is huge!
wait wait.
he was wearing his OWN jersey. okay, you're a super-famous athlete, so you're going to be mmmm, sporty? but to wear your own jersey? yeah, we KNOW by your grand stature that you're shaq (saying "shaq" is hilarious) but the jersey? is that what people do? naw. i don't like it.
THEN! simply because it's meg's day of birth, we went to ozzie's. and who is there? okay, i don't specifically remember her, but you know piggie from one of those road rules seasons? what? she was there. she lives here, i heard she's a bitch. a man FELL hard out of his seat and got a concusion or was wicked drunk...or both, there was no one there for a hour or so, and someone sang 'Freedom '90' (which i LOVE) and then katie and ben and friends came. AND jay and tim and some dude...who we're cool with now. yeah.
two things i need to discuss:
1. sometimes, i'm quite attracted to shorter (than I) quirky, awkward guys. i certainly love guys that are taller than i am and i don't even have to think about it. but also, i really don't care sometimes. like, height is...height. i mean, it's just what it is. i think i have issues with SOMETHING like shorter or younger guys being non-threatening. i haven't figured it out yet. whoa. too deep for online. don't care. i'm writing for myself, here.
2. oh, i remember what this is. i love to sing. and i enjoy a karaoke just because singing is fun. but i can't deal with the stigma involved. i think it's pretty embarassing because i know what i look like when it's done and i just try to act non-concerned, but it's embaraaaaarassing. i just do this "ooh, what? i'm kinda good?" (see i just did it again) like, i know i can sing a lick, but it obviously hasn't gotten ANYWHERE, so i'm not THAT good. i just like to sing. it's quite simple. i am too aware of myself, for anyone's good. i just like to sing. i don't give a shit if it's in my bedroom singing prince into my mirror, i just like it.
and also, #3. i don't care how hot you are as a lady, you DON'T wear high-heeled sneakers. either wear your sneaks or your damn high-heels. don't combine them, it's retarded. via spiga? don't care. don't do it.
i'm sick of this.
i can see your sadness. it's lovely.