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If at some point I need to write a research paper on apples, I'm going to have a Work Cider page.
When I went to Tim Hortons I got a coffee and a bagel, 50% true cop style. The girl gave me my coffee, and then two minutes later she goes to give me another coffee. Then she gets flustered and inexplicably laughs. "Oh I see I already gave you one, what's up with that? (laughter) I forgot. What are you waiting for?" I said a bagel, but if I could go back in time I would say "I guess just more of your stand up comedy act."
The drive to Fredonia was pretty sub-par. James burned me the incredibad cd and I also made a mix. Then while driving down the highway I went to put in a new cd, forgetting there was already one in there. I jammed it in, then they were both stuck. Eject wasn't working. I tried sticking my debit card between the two to get them both out, but after about 15 minutes my debit card got sucked in the cd player. It's emergency stopping only on the highway so I could do nothing about the 2 cd's and debit card stuck in the cd player, what a sad sandwhich of misfortune.
My cousin gave me her rock collection. I've been wanting that rock collection since we were tots. We also read through her old journal from middle school. One entry started out with "Wow it's been 4eva since I wrote in you." and another started out with "Heyy whatsup?..nm here jc..hehe =)". It was wonderful.
I think that I'm going to ask Santa Claus for a pair of sweat pants (preferably from the VS PiNK line) and a some furry boots (Uggs clearly no other kinds exist, unless I want to vomit when I look at my feet everyday) so that I can wear them all the time and maybe even in summer too because it looks so good.
In my really intense secret diary I've been writing (sideways, for creativities sake) a 3 week long entry entitled "Unfortunate Truths". Also, I've been thinking a lot about oil lately. If it weren't for enjoying transportation forms that are not walking, I would boycott it in my life.
I wish my life were more interesting so I could write better things, but when I move to San Fransisco (I googled most fun city in U.S. and this is what came up) you're going to be so glad that you have me to write in you.
One love journal.
When I went to Tim Hortons I got a coffee and a bagel, 50% true cop style. The girl gave me my coffee, and then two minutes later she goes to give me another coffee. Then she gets flustered and inexplicably laughs. "Oh I see I already gave you one, what's up with that? (laughter) I forgot. What are you waiting for?" I said a bagel, but if I could go back in time I would say "I guess just more of your stand up comedy act."
The drive to Fredonia was pretty sub-par. James burned me the incredibad cd and I also made a mix. Then while driving down the highway I went to put in a new cd, forgetting there was already one in there. I jammed it in, then they were both stuck. Eject wasn't working. I tried sticking my debit card between the two to get them both out, but after about 15 minutes my debit card got sucked in the cd player. It's emergency stopping only on the highway so I could do nothing about the 2 cd's and debit card stuck in the cd player, what a sad sandwhich of misfortune.
My cousin gave me her rock collection. I've been wanting that rock collection since we were tots. We also read through her old journal from middle school. One entry started out with "Wow it's been 4eva since I wrote in you." and another started out with "Heyy whatsup?..nm here jc..hehe =)". It was wonderful.
I think that I'm going to ask Santa Claus for a pair of sweat pants (preferably from the VS PiNK line) and a some furry boots (Uggs clearly no other kinds exist, unless I want to vomit when I look at my feet everyday) so that I can wear them all the time and maybe even in summer too because it looks so good.
In my really intense secret diary I've been writing (sideways, for creativities sake) a 3 week long entry entitled "Unfortunate Truths". Also, I've been thinking a lot about oil lately. If it weren't for enjoying transportation forms that are not walking, I would boycott it in my life.
I wish my life were more interesting so I could write better things, but when I move to San Fransisco (I googled most fun city in U.S. and this is what came up) you're going to be so glad that you have me to write in you.
One love journal.