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everytime i watch it, it keeps getting funnier.
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[18 Feb 2004|12:15pm] |
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february is black history month.
i thought i should commemorate my favourite black person.
holla.
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[18 Feb 2004|12:02pm] |
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"Fall" by something corporate |
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in english lit, we were talking about the meaning of life and how you should just drop everything you hate and do everything you love...
...but then my teacher that 'liquor and groping' shouldn't be that something you love.
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[18 Feb 2004|11:57am] |
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One time I went to my doctor because my stomach was upset. I was puking all over the place. And the doctor asked me if I'd had anything really unusual or different the night before... and I said, "yeah, i ate a salad."
he didn't think that was very funny.
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[05 Feb 2004|01:47pm] |
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watch me get deep
again.
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[02 Feb 2004|12:20pm] |
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pshaw on musica. |
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i've had my bed for about 14 years. so it's old, and the way its built is old.
its supported by wooden beams that are loosely laid out across the frame. i woke up last night to a large snap and i was in a v-shaped position. my bed is caving in the middle. but, being the lazy lard that i am, that's how i slept.
don't you notice that once you hit your bed, nothing except an alarm clock screeching "get up you lazy lard ass!" can actually get you up, you lazy lard ass?
so this morning i began walking bow-legged.
thank you.
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[30 Jan 2004|11:12am] |
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only cement. |
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i live in toronto, canada. it's a fairly advertising dominated city.
so i'm used to my subway being plastered from top to bottom with starbucks new 'quirky' ad campaigns. yes, i mean plastered. first, there is the typical ad spots that are taken up. the the floors will be glued down with ads. then the stairs will be broken up into mini-advertisements. even the exit-pushee things (never quite knew what they were called) are painted down with the advertisement.
starbucks took over my subway.
at least they got rid of Global Television. i was starting to get scared of Will from Will & Grace eyeing me whenever i stopped to readjust my skirt.
but now-advertising has gone too far.
i wear hearing aids...therefore when i watch tv, i usually have closed captioning on. when the simpsons theme song is playing, instead of having a little musical note representing the song - there will be a worded advertisement from Honda. or at the end of six feet under, there will be a worded advertisement from, say, Minute Maid.
and to spice up the little words, they add colours. the highlight will be black, with "funky" colours stating the ad.
it's starting to screw with my mind. when i could be masturbating (just a figure of speech, dad) to george strombolous' sexy voice, the ads get in my way.
i don't think that getting off to pampers is in any way acceptable to the company.
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[22 Jan 2004|10:37am] |
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WARNING: this is another anti-woman rant. thank you.
i'm not sick of emo 'rawkers' anymore. Now I'm sick of those fucking annoying women who claim to be "one of the guys" or "a man trapped in a woman's body" or the "man's (wo)man".
there seems to be this newfound revolution! guys were always looking for a chick who wasn't a drama queen and who liked to slam down a beer and watch the game.
...so what happened?
so all the females evolved into these liars who claimed to like doing just that.
i just don't understand this revolution. i used to be that girl. did the guys ever want to date my sexalicious, hubbahubba self? no. why would a guy date a chick who he compares to his freakin' ball-scratchin' best friend, or ass-scratcher brother.
it's ok if i asked my boyfriend if there were quarters in hockey games. he doesn't care. you know why? because i am girly, and he likes that. but i'm also not afraid to hide my masculinity. i burp. i fart. i pick my teeth. that's FINE!
so stop posing. be girly. i was called butch in grade six, but i applied more lip gloss to my face than any other bitch in the fucking sixth grade.
so there.
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porn music is still playing... |
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anyone know how this works?
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as you would figure, one of my new year's resolutions was to simply update this journal.
and i'm sorry (again).
my other new year's resolutions were ones that i will keep up for a week, if i'm lucky, and then forget why i was trying to make myself "better".
one was to stop not eating so i wouldn't have to do the dishes. the other was to stop making creative ways to not use dishes while eating ice cream.
i would stop spending money on things that seem useful but to everybody else is just an automatic tie hanger. i do not wear ties, i do not wear ties, i will never wear ties.
stop ironing my hair. stop putting eggs in my hair. stop dying my hair. it has been three colours in the last 4 months. i will start listening to my hairdresser. i will stop rebelling against him in order to show him that i'm the boss of my hair, and i "like split ends, so there".
i will go on a diet, stop smoking, stop drinking, be a better person, and i will stop making resolutions for myself.
so there.
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[01 Jan 2004|08:26pm] |
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1. i have FIVE exams following tommorow. i have not gone out or done anything, and i smell like rotten dinosaur meat.
2. i have developed a certain hot, steamy passionate love for THE ROCK ever since someone said his muscles would look good dipped in butter.
3. i now write in CAPITALS because i have teen ANGST syndrome and can find no better way to take it out. meds make me too HAPPY, and i like this PSYCHOTICNESS i feel.
4. i saw the big dipper in the sky last night. but it might have been the little one. either way i saw a dipper.
5. malcolm in the middle...that show has made me want to never have kids.
6. i keep having flashbacks to when tupac died and my babysitter was all like, "ogm omg omg ommg omg he's dead!!!" and i was like, "lol! lol!"
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