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11:03 PM - Your mother ate my dog!!!!
Current mood: dorky
Yeah, I don't care that that's what Moe's subject line is on her page now. That shit's just funny. It's from a 1992 film "Dead Alive". It looks like it's from the late 70's or early 80's. God, Pablo would love this movie.
But yeah, so hmmm...what did I do today? Erik came over about 15 minutes after I woke up. We watched "Super Troopers" even though I'm not really a big fan of it. And we talked some. He says he can "tell me things and not feel weird about it". Yeah, whatever. What the fuck is with people confiding in me lately? Apparently it's really easy to do. I have hecka people telling me about their lives and asking for advice.
Trust me, people, I am not the one you should be asking for advice. I don't even know what the hell to do with my life, let alone yours. Putting your decisions in my hand is a catasrophe waiting to happen.
Umm...currently, Moe is cutting my hair. The back really needed it. It was way too long. And she trimmed my hair about an inch or two. I can't wait until I get out of school and can do it however the fuck I want. I'm going to cut most of it off and dye it a bunch of colours. I'm thinking about, if I can find it, neon green and neon pink together with a little black thrown in there. I think that would be an interesting combonation, I think. I don't know. I like those colours together. Maybe it's just me.
Moe's talking about making voodoo dolls out of the hair she's cutting off and how much they would go for on Ebay. I don't know if anyone wants a voodoo doll out of my hair. Who wants to hurt Kristi?
*millions of hands raise*
Yeah, okay...I forgot about all of you...
[Kristi]
...is hated my millions and loved by Moe's boyfriends...
Current mood: dorky
Yeah, I don't care that that's what Moe's subject line is on her page now. That shit's just funny. It's from a 1992 film "Dead Alive". It looks like it's from the late 70's or early 80's. God, Pablo would love this movie.
But yeah, so hmmm...what did I do today? Erik came over about 15 minutes after I woke up. We watched "Super Troopers" even though I'm not really a big fan of it. And we talked some. He says he can "tell me things and not feel weird about it". Yeah, whatever. What the fuck is with people confiding in me lately? Apparently it's really easy to do. I have hecka people telling me about their lives and asking for advice.
Trust me, people, I am not the one you should be asking for advice. I don't even know what the hell to do with my life, let alone yours. Putting your decisions in my hand is a catasrophe waiting to happen.
Umm...currently, Moe is cutting my hair. The back really needed it. It was way too long. And she trimmed my hair about an inch or two. I can't wait until I get out of school and can do it however the fuck I want. I'm going to cut most of it off and dye it a bunch of colours. I'm thinking about, if I can find it, neon green and neon pink together with a little black thrown in there. I think that would be an interesting combonation, I think. I don't know. I like those colours together. Maybe it's just me.
Moe's talking about making voodoo dolls out of the hair she's cutting off and how much they would go for on Ebay. I don't know if anyone wants a voodoo doll out of my hair. Who wants to hurt Kristi?
*millions of hands raise*
Yeah, okay...I forgot about all of you...
[Kristi]
...is hated my millions and loved by Moe's boyfriends...