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have i ever mentioned how much of a bitch i find deirdre to be? she is the most ungrateful person in all of humanity. she needs to get her ass kicked.
but, anyway, other than the lovely ratatouille strichnyne (spelling prolly wrong, but you understand what i mean) that was cooked up 'specially for her...
i bought (while out with deirdre, so she could get a gift for emily, whose birfday is today) venus. i missed it, totally. so much so that i was listening to the songs from boots, because that's all i had. now i'm happy.
and i got lisa loeb's firecracker, and some miles davis. i forget who jaimie's obsession-band is, but if i knew, i might've at least checked 'em out. perhaps next time.
ohohoh! and i got the most awesome jingle anklet. it's awesome. perhaps at some point, it will become an annoyance to everyone that is near me for extended periods of time. but, well... for now, all is good.
'cept for deirdre. who still needs to get her ass kicked. she's currently outside the window closest to the computer, on the phone (no doubt to one of her little boi tois). heehee. she came back here before and closed the window from the outside. she came back to say 'i think i closed this window,' to which i let her know that i really don't give 2 flying fucks, and she called me a bitch, or a jackass, or something degrading, and walked away.
all after she accused me of putting her on speakerphone (dude, dad's in the room with the phone base. how could i get off on it if he's right there?). oh, and kicked the computer seat (with me in it), letting me know that next time, it'll be my head.
when is maury/sallyjesse/jennyjones/montel doing a bootcamp show again?
so i busted my ankle today, too. my foot fell asleep while at the park with the kids, and i got up and attempted to walk. at that point, i think, i wasn't looking at what i was doing (my ankle felt fine), and before i knew it, i was feeling some bad fucking excruciating pain in my ankle. and it's still kinda sore. all after i twisted that motherfucker last night.
i.want.to.kill.deirdre.the.bitch.
fucking.skanky.hoochie.mama.of.a.whore.
oh, and i hate my family.
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but, anyway, other than the lovely ratatouille strichnyne (spelling prolly wrong, but you understand what i mean) that was cooked up 'specially for her...
i bought (while out with deirdre, so she could get a gift for emily, whose birfday is today) venus. i missed it, totally. so much so that i was listening to the songs from boots, because that's all i had. now i'm happy.
and i got lisa loeb's firecracker, and some miles davis. i forget who jaimie's obsession-band is, but if i knew, i might've at least checked 'em out. perhaps next time.
ohohoh! and i got the most awesome jingle anklet. it's awesome. perhaps at some point, it will become an annoyance to everyone that is near me for extended periods of time. but, well... for now, all is good.
'cept for deirdre. who still needs to get her ass kicked. she's currently outside the window closest to the computer, on the phone (no doubt to one of her little boi tois). heehee. she came back here before and closed the window from the outside. she came back to say 'i think i closed this window,' to which i let her know that i really don't give 2 flying fucks, and she called me a bitch, or a jackass, or something degrading, and walked away.
all after she accused me of putting her on speakerphone (dude, dad's in the room with the phone base. how could i get off on it if he's right there?). oh, and kicked the computer seat (with me in it), letting me know that next time, it'll be my head.
when is maury/sallyjesse/jennyjones/montel doing a bootcamp show again?
so i busted my ankle today, too. my foot fell asleep while at the park with the kids, and i got up and attempted to walk. at that point, i think, i wasn't looking at what i was doing (my ankle felt fine), and before i knew it, i was feeling some bad fucking excruciating pain in my ankle. and it's still kinda sore. all after i twisted that motherfucker last night.
i.want.to.kill.deirdre.the.bitch.
fucking.skanky.hoochie.mama.of.a.whore.
oh, and i hate my family.
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