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Such negativity in the computer world. I'm mad about friendster sending me messages that I have messages that I can't read. And this LJ b.s., I tried responding to several people's posts but I go to all the trouble typing it out and there's no post comment button at the bottom when I get done.
It's been so long since I've posted that I don't even know where to start. One thing for sure, a big giant kiss on the mouth to all my friends who came to the show on saturday. It was so cool to see you guys and you all made me very fucking happy. It amazes me because most of the time I don't feel like I have any friends at all cause I have so little time to ever talk to ANYONE but seeing you guys, all of you, makes me feel a lot better. I'm happy also to hear that most of you enjoyed yourselves. THANK YOU!!
My frog escaped. But I found him sitting on the bookshelf. I don't like it. I mean, I like him but he also creeps me out kinda. And my cat peed on my iron so I was in for a real treat when I fired that puppy up this morning. StinkFest. I was so mad. I said something horrible to them about taking them all to the pound. They know I didn't mean it.
I'd like to know what in the hell happened to Pepper. She came to the show, I saw her come in as we got on stage, but when we were done, no Pepper. And as per usual, I've called to no avail. Maybe it was a mirage and not Pepper at all. I wonder. Maybe somebody slipped me a Mickey.
Phoebe and Ashlee are some hot ass broads. I love them.
I need my phone service restored, pronto. I need to call people. I need to have people call me.
I'm hungry. Severely. Time to start taking my protein shakes again. Too thin. Eat all the time. No results. Say what you will but I think it's just as hard to gain weight as it is to lose it. Everyone has their troubles. Seriously. It's a real issue for me. I mean, I get eating disorder comments all the time and the only eating disorder I have is that nothing sticks. What the fuck? I mean, I eat 3 times a day. I eat junk food. I eat pasta, potatoes, rolls, fried shit, salads, I drink vitamin D milk, we grill almost every day of the week, pork chops, steaks, kabobs, burgers. I even eat late at night, like 3:00 am and then go to sleep. So the next time I hear "You're so skinny" I'm gonna smack somebody. It's just as insulting as someone saying "Wow, you're a real lardass".
Holy crap. Tangent. Or something. I wanna go home. I want a nice iced latte. I went to get one yesterday but the fuckers said "Oh, we're out of espresso beans". So I screamed and spit at the speaker box and threatened to come in there and give them a nice pile of Shit Beans on the counter. Not really. I said, Oh. That sucks, thanks anyway and drove to taco bell for a soda. But inside I was seething. I hate that I'm forced into patience. Fuck that.
oh, Phoebe's friend was really cool. I must look her up on here and friend her.
loveloveloveloveloveu
It's been so long since I've posted that I don't even know where to start. One thing for sure, a big giant kiss on the mouth to all my friends who came to the show on saturday. It was so cool to see you guys and you all made me very fucking happy. It amazes me because most of the time I don't feel like I have any friends at all cause I have so little time to ever talk to ANYONE but seeing you guys, all of you, makes me feel a lot better. I'm happy also to hear that most of you enjoyed yourselves. THANK YOU!!
My frog escaped. But I found him sitting on the bookshelf. I don't like it. I mean, I like him but he also creeps me out kinda. And my cat peed on my iron so I was in for a real treat when I fired that puppy up this morning. StinkFest. I was so mad. I said something horrible to them about taking them all to the pound. They know I didn't mean it.
I'd like to know what in the hell happened to Pepper. She came to the show, I saw her come in as we got on stage, but when we were done, no Pepper. And as per usual, I've called to no avail. Maybe it was a mirage and not Pepper at all. I wonder. Maybe somebody slipped me a Mickey.
Phoebe and Ashlee are some hot ass broads. I love them.
I need my phone service restored, pronto. I need to call people. I need to have people call me.
I'm hungry. Severely. Time to start taking my protein shakes again. Too thin. Eat all the time. No results. Say what you will but I think it's just as hard to gain weight as it is to lose it. Everyone has their troubles. Seriously. It's a real issue for me. I mean, I get eating disorder comments all the time and the only eating disorder I have is that nothing sticks. What the fuck? I mean, I eat 3 times a day. I eat junk food. I eat pasta, potatoes, rolls, fried shit, salads, I drink vitamin D milk, we grill almost every day of the week, pork chops, steaks, kabobs, burgers. I even eat late at night, like 3:00 am and then go to sleep. So the next time I hear "You're so skinny" I'm gonna smack somebody. It's just as insulting as someone saying "Wow, you're a real lardass".
Holy crap. Tangent. Or something. I wanna go home. I want a nice iced latte. I went to get one yesterday but the fuckers said "Oh, we're out of espresso beans". So I screamed and spit at the speaker box and threatened to come in there and give them a nice pile of Shit Beans on the counter. Not really. I said, Oh. That sucks, thanks anyway and drove to taco bell for a soda. But inside I was seething. I hate that I'm forced into patience. Fuck that.
oh, Phoebe's friend was really cool. I must look her up on here and friend her.
loveloveloveloveloveu