I hate how arm pit hair stubble grows back 10 seconds after you shave it.
I hate how when I actually DO use shaving cream, I cut myself 3 times as much.
I hate receiving messages the day after they were recorded, and missing out.
I hate not being able to get back in touch with people.
I HATE PHONE TAG.
I hate cheescake for being so delicious.
I hate Cris for making me leave messages on his recorder.
I hate Discount for being so catchy and getting stuck in my head all the time.
I hate....I don't even know anymore.
I don't care. Last night was better the way it was. Fran and I had movie night and everyone was grossed out by our pizza- spinach, mushrooms, and pineapple- even the delivery man. He seemed perplexed. I thought it was amusing. We watched To Wong Fu, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar (sp?) this morning and I must say Patrick Swayze makes an excellent drag queen. Last night was Sol Goode, a movie that had Jamie Kennedy and Tori Spelling who had boob implants which heightened her character as the ditzy slut girl. *shakes head* Eh, it was pretty funny. There's always a good time at Fran's house. Her parents are funner than Erin's. HAHA.
We went to Barnes and Noble on a family outing. We listened to Lit in the car. Fran and I bought frappucinos, cheescake and some brownie thing and sat under the "teens" section in the walkway when there were no seats left anywhere else.. We found two books called "Things My Mother Doesn't Know" and "Rainbow Boys", haha shit the things teenyboppers are reading these days. Needless to say, we bought both of them.
I come home to FOUR FRIGGIN' MESSAGES on my machine in this order- Cris, Izzy, Izzy, Dawnielle. I don't
Dude, people don't call me this much. This is perplexing in itself. This is what I'm talking about, phone tag, it's gay
I'm tired of hearing about sadness.
I'm ready to laugh at something obscene.
I'm ready to be obscene.
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