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(no subject) [Mar. 25th, 2005|10:29 pm]
[music |patti and bri! yay!]

they spent their days running
i've been running into bob since i was seven and sly.
you had to compete to get on the a relay.
ya it was really competitive
this guy invented overtraining
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2004|12:33 am]
[mood |bouncybouncy]
[music |Dave Matthews- You know the stuff, im so deep...]

Drinking alcohol makes me feel so free, like a bird. And then throwing it all up really makes me feel like I'm alive. It is as if the world is saying, "Hellooo George, time to feel the glorious sweat running down your face and the tasteless aftertaste in your throat" When I'm not drinking I truly enjoy watching RoadRules, Survivor and Temptation Island. How truthfully they portray reality. My favorite outfit is one of those flowy see through pink shirts, the kind like pregnant mommies wear, because it kind of hides my beer pooch and i was writing it today. OMG!!! I like totally spent until 5 am yesterday chattin it up online with all these kids and i got asked out by 6 guys who thought my profile on MYSPACE was hot... yah, but three of them were kinda creepy. i think i had sex last night at a party i went to but i dont remember, either that or i dreamed i did. i need to express this in a way in which i wont damage myself; I love to write poetry, this is one of the poems i just wrote:

The beautiful sky is a royal blue.
Why oh why, I don't have a clue.
I hope hot boy is online tonight.
How pretty that I am,
I hope he caught sight.
So he can tounge me to my delight.
According to women, I have the right..
Maybe I should brush my teeth right now.

Ok and here's another one I wrote yesterday when I was really depressed becasue it was raining outside and my fav bf. dumped me:

Every raindrop symbolizes every tear that clings to my wet cheeks.
I wish that the rain would dissolve me so I could feel like that puddle.
I got fatter today, a bottle of vodka was my best friend today. I wish someone loved me today.
I think I will buy that really hot hat at Abercromie and Fitch tomorrow.

and the one about this weekend:

i think i had sex last night
i hope i didnt die of aids last night
i think my heart broke last night
i hope i didnt have a heart attack last night
i think i got something peireced last night but
i think i don't know what yet because i cant really, well
I cant remember last night.

I wish that I could stay and continue to update all my favorie homies on my life these days, but I've got this bitchin party to go to. Catch you mofos on the flip side! TTYL!

Oh and like my parents bought me a BMW the other day!!! Hello san diego! I am totally gonna go to all your huge parties now!
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(no subject) [Nov. 29th, 2004|12:00 am]
[mood |crankycranky]
[music |gillian welch-i know it should be shitty music, but couldnt]

home again home again jiggity jog, went to the market to buy a fat hog.
ahg. melisa is having her conversations online with other people OUTLOUD. and keeps asking me for advice on how to respond to people...
"the conversation is so dead, what do i do?"
"oh my god, i just made a fool of myself, what should is say?"
" 'blah blah blah blah'- does that sound good joy?"
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2004|12:23 am]
the tuba is without a doubt the finest instrument in the band.
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whos votin for coke tomorrow??? [Nov. 1st, 2004|11:11 pm]
Gords and a pumpkin bigger then my head (if this is possible) placate me as they slumber on the mahogany coffee table where my legs laze. Midnight mumblings congradulate me on a paper almost completed, then rant at the next one which will last until four tomorrow am. George BUsh supports abortion only in cases of rape or incest or when a woman's life is endangered. He signed the "partial brith abortion" bill, now blolcked in courts that would ban a late term procedure... Well well well. Georgie Porgie. General Motors announced today that they will no longer be decorating for hollidays, that they might be able to appeal to the amish... Here's to late nights, Rex Paris, Brintney Spears and Yellowcard...
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Just say hello to the ground. [Oct. 31st, 2004|09:27 pm]
[mood |enviousenvious]
[music |maroon5- and she will be loved]

As we sift through my papery day we realize nothing is accomplished. The sun conquered a San Diego horizon, and my lover climbed out of the spooning position, after mentioning he had aquired a myspace account. I pconder in the library at the moment and daylight savings time has whispered into my ear that tonight will bear an extra hour of sleep, or rather an extra hour of an unbearable torcher. I only slept for three hours the past two days. An intimacy has grown between me and exhaustion, and i figure sleep might sire my children, if only he would climb into my faltered cave and announce a collapse. Time is my treacherous enemy who loves to fondle me with teasing calloused hands, will he ever relent and wear those velvet green gloves that he adorns everyone else with? Oh yeah, well I only slept for 22 minutes last night. My ears throb with great gulps of pain. it was as if god was gulping chocolate milk and that milk was in my ears.
i must go mount a paper of impregnable ideas and unsustainable sentence structure.
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does this bag match my banana? [Oct. 15th, 2004|01:28 pm]
once upon a time a week ago last summer three girls, by the names of stacey, brittany, and jessica, sat poolside during an elderly couples water aerobics class. having just recovered from a major meltdown involving the exclusive IM session stacey and jessica were having with each other, which didn't involve brittany, who had brought them to her mother's boyfriend's resort complex in the first place, brittany gazed absent mindedly at the women bouncing in a less than graceful manner up and down, up and down in the water. she considered the skirts arranged around their waists, and poked the fat that appeared above her bikini from her most recent abortion. If only there was a stylish way to cover her abortion pooch, she thought.

it seemed that girls just like brittany, with low self esteem, a slouchy mid-section, and a general apathy for exercising, felt they had been disregarded in the fashion world. while this is probably very close to the truth, considering most fashion designers are gay men fantasizing about how their latest will look on their boyfriend, it is hard to fathom that they could be insensitive enough to turn a cold shoulder to the thousands of women under the age of 20, who floundered through life with a poochy middle.

unable to control her desire, and conveniently heading to the bathroom to throw up her lunch anyways, brittany flung her cosmo sex hints special to the patio and dove into the water, tearing the tropical seastar wrap from Ester Monroe, the low impact water-size instructer, and positioning it over her pooch.

horrified to be seen in public with brittany, but torn because they didn't want to give up clubhouse weekends hookups brittany's mom provided, stacey and jessica rushed home to alter a tube top for poochly-challenged women of america. skinny on top, with a flouncy bottom that appeared almost mini skirt potential, but should be worn with jeans to prevent the inevitable fat sack forming when the boy who nails you for a "good personality" (being able to see your underwear when the wind blows your shirt up) makes you cry and you gain 20 pounds on chinese takeout and pimp my ride reruns.

soon women across the nation, but mainly those that shopped at your to old to be wearing this but you do anyways boutiques caught on to what was supposed to just be charity for a fat girl that showed to much pooch. brittany is still sporting her original seastar sarang, and besides the daily "when are you due?" inquries, is quite happy whoring herself with the protection of birth control, and tube top dress like shirt things. she wears it with her louis vuitton bag which fits her banana perfectly.

her intentions, however, are often misconstrued when she whips her banana out instead of the foundation/condom/pencil/checkbooko she was looking for. because the bag just isn't big enough for those unpractical items. it is, however, perfect for her banana.
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