But we don't have much room to live.
My female guinea pig, Andrew, is in fact male.
The truth was discovered when pretty princess Andrew tried to HUMP her female playmate, and a curious looking body part was discovered protruding from her...him. So Andrew is in fact Andrew, and now no one can accuse me of confusing a girl by giving her a boy name. Because she really is a boy. The girl stays. I don't want babies, but who am I to interfere with love. I couldn't take her back after she licked my hand and Gerk told me that if I did, she would suffer from a deep depression and develop a crack habit. We call her Konstantine. And they sleep in our living room. Cute. I know.
Taking Back Sunday was awesome. The boys got all beat up with their "mosh," and I got jumped up and down on by these retard 11 year olds, but it was still good. And Casper and I MET Adam Lazzara. We were sitting on a bench in front of the House of Blues waiting for Gerk and his...friend, and all of a sudden Casper goes "holy shit, it's Adam Lazzara!" and I look up and I'm like "huh?" and then he turned around and gave us a peace sign and a head-nod. Oh yeah. He totally checked out my boobs. We also saw the drummer from Fall Out Boy walking around. So star-struck. I will meet Ben Gibbard on November 2nd. Yes.
I hate this woman from work yesterday. I think people like her should all have their feet tied together and be shipped off to some island with glass on the ground instead of sand, surrounded by flesh-eating sharks. She was such a rotten whore. I'm sure Livejournal Chelsea is with me in damning her straight to hell. Some days are so shitty at work, and everyone has fucking stupid problems. The sad thing is I think all jobs where you have to talk to people are like that. People are horrible.
Don't forget to VOTE (unless you're voting for Bush. If that's the case, then I hope you do forget)
And sorry, Ash...I can't vote for Boggs McDonald. Reggie told me not to, and she's a republican.
The truth was discovered when pretty princess Andrew tried to HUMP her female playmate, and a curious looking body part was discovered protruding from her...him. So Andrew is in fact Andrew, and now no one can accuse me of confusing a girl by giving her a boy name. Because she really is a boy. The girl stays. I don't want babies, but who am I to interfere with love. I couldn't take her back after she licked my hand and Gerk told me that if I did, she would suffer from a deep depression and develop a crack habit. We call her Konstantine. And they sleep in our living room. Cute. I know.
Taking Back Sunday was awesome. The boys got all beat up with their "mosh," and I got jumped up and down on by these retard 11 year olds, but it was still good. And Casper and I MET Adam Lazzara. We were sitting on a bench in front of the House of Blues waiting for Gerk and his...friend, and all of a sudden Casper goes "holy shit, it's Adam Lazzara!" and I look up and I'm like "huh?" and then he turned around and gave us a peace sign and a head-nod. Oh yeah. He totally checked out my boobs. We also saw the drummer from Fall Out Boy walking around. So star-struck. I will meet Ben Gibbard on November 2nd. Yes.
I hate this woman from work yesterday. I think people like her should all have their feet tied together and be shipped off to some island with glass on the ground instead of sand, surrounded by flesh-eating sharks. She was such a rotten whore. I'm sure Livejournal Chelsea is with me in damning her straight to hell. Some days are so shitty at work, and everyone has fucking stupid problems. The sad thing is I think all jobs where you have to talk to people are like that. People are horrible.
Don't forget to VOTE (unless you're voting for Bush. If that's the case, then I hope you do forget)
And sorry, Ash...I can't vote for Boggs McDonald. Reggie told me not to, and she's a republican.