Lord Jesus deliver me! Nobody from OIP has called and I'm starting to worry I won't get that splendid, splendid job. I weep..
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I am officially a drain on society. Your parents tax dollars go to my food stamps and medical insurance! AH HA HA!
so uh, thats it!
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
So, it seems I will be a part-time waitress at OIP pretty soon. I'm excited because now I will have money but also nervous because I am such an ass-backward screw up. How could I screw up waitressing? I'll show you!
Anyway, I am very thankful to Sammy for setting me up to get this job, like you have no idea. Totally.
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I passed my drivers permit test, and I have my drivers permit. The trouble is that I don't get much driving time because my parents are always busy and I have to split the time with Brian. I'll never learn. But Brian is doing really good. He is so hot when he drives.
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I'm moving up in the world, (ha HA HA). I'm still way behind. I won't be considered a human until I go to college.
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I am lonely. I feel almost completely alienated by my friends. It just shouldn't be this way. Whats going wrong?
Anyway, I am very thankful to Sammy for setting me up to get this job, like you have no idea. Totally.
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I passed my drivers permit test, and I have my drivers permit. The trouble is that I don't get much driving time because my parents are always busy and I have to split the time with Brian. I'll never learn. But Brian is doing really good. He is so hot when he drives.
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I'm moving up in the world, (ha HA HA). I'm still way behind. I won't be considered a human until I go to college.
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I am lonely. I feel almost completely alienated by my friends. It just shouldn't be this way. Whats going wrong?
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Brian's B-Day
5/7/05
The anniversary of when Brian fell out of the cutest cloud in the sky.
We went yard sailing, and went to Radio Shack and the town had a festival and a parade in his honor.
We stopped at a bar in Roulette and Brian had an awesome hamburger and pizza and a few songs on the juke box. Brian had a birthday wish come true, and had reoccuring birthday nightmares. I suppose it had to be one of the better he has had. I love my Brian.
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The Maple Fesitval sucked. I guess it really hasn't been that interesting to me since I got too old to ride the kiddie rides. Brian and I went yard sailing instead of hanging out downtown. Brian planned to get us up early so we could snatch all of the good stuff, and we did. I got a Tenchi Muyo movie, Kiki's Delivery Service and two Sailor Moon Movies at a yard sale (I just can't kick this anime habit). On Friday, we picked up a Sega Genesis with Sonic 2 and Sonic 3D and Street Fighter 2 Super, and Eathworm Jim 1 and 2. So the yard sales made up for the sucky festival.
The art show was probably the best part about the Maple Festival this year. I only won an Honorable Mention ribbon which is kind of a dissapointment, but I understand that they can't give me a Blue ribbon every year, "good lord, give the children a chance (haughty laugh)." So I guess I gotta come back and kick everyone's ass next year.
Anyway, I absolutely have to tell you this:
My G'ma and Momma were chatting with this courthouse maintenence man during the festival. The maintenence man told them how the carnee (carnival people (is that spelled right ?).) people showed up a day early wanting to set up. Since they weren't expected for another day, and the port-o-potties were not set up yet, the carnee people had to think of a suitable place to loosen their loads. Well, you know how there is a stairwell on one side of the courthouse (well if you didn't know, you do now) that leads to some offices in the basement? The maintenece man had to clean up all this carnee excrement, maxi pads and everything. They just squatted over the stairs....
5/7/05
The anniversary of when Brian fell out of the cutest cloud in the sky.
We went yard sailing, and went to Radio Shack and the town had a festival and a parade in his honor.
We stopped at a bar in Roulette and Brian had an awesome hamburger and pizza and a few songs on the juke box. Brian had a birthday wish come true, and had reoccuring birthday nightmares. I suppose it had to be one of the better he has had. I love my Brian.
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The Maple Fesitval sucked. I guess it really hasn't been that interesting to me since I got too old to ride the kiddie rides. Brian and I went yard sailing instead of hanging out downtown. Brian planned to get us up early so we could snatch all of the good stuff, and we did. I got a Tenchi Muyo movie, Kiki's Delivery Service and two Sailor Moon Movies at a yard sale (I just can't kick this anime habit). On Friday, we picked up a Sega Genesis with Sonic 2 and Sonic 3D and Street Fighter 2 Super, and Eathworm Jim 1 and 2. So the yard sales made up for the sucky festival.
The art show was probably the best part about the Maple Festival this year. I only won an Honorable Mention ribbon which is kind of a dissapointment, but I understand that they can't give me a Blue ribbon every year, "good lord, give the children a chance (haughty laugh)." So I guess I gotta come back and kick everyone's ass next year.
Anyway, I absolutely have to tell you this:
My G'ma and Momma were chatting with this courthouse maintenence man during the festival. The maintenence man told them how the carnee (carnival people (is that spelled right ?).) people showed up a day early wanting to set up. Since they weren't expected for another day, and the port-o-potties were not set up yet, the carnee people had to think of a suitable place to loosen their loads. Well, you know how there is a stairwell on one side of the courthouse (well if you didn't know, you do now) that leads to some offices in the basement? The maintenece man had to clean up all this carnee excrement, maxi pads and everything. They just squatted over the stairs....
Monday, May 02, 2005
Two days ago I was browsing my old journals from way back, to see if my writings had any intellectual substance.
It seems that 11 year old Naya was half retarded.
I present to you a list of people who annoyed me most, written on the date of November 17th 1997:
top ten people that annoy me
10. Christa Haskell
9. Cecil Dubots
8. all contry music singers
7. Nathan Salladay
6. Dad
5. Barney*
4. Mr. Rodgers**
3. Jed Davis
2. Bonnie
1. Bobby
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*The purple dinosaur
*The cardigan wearing, special television friend.
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Here is a poem I wrote sometime in '97:
Look, Look lights in the sky,
the fly down low and they fly real high in the sky.
Where they go I do not know.
Flashin Flashin in the sky why there there
I do not Know.
It seems that 11 year old Naya was half retarded.
I present to you a list of people who annoyed me most, written on the date of November 17th 1997:
top ten people that annoy me
10. Christa Haskell
9. Cecil Dubots
8. all contry music singers
7. Nathan Salladay
6. Dad
5. Barney*
4. Mr. Rodgers**
3. Jed Davis
2. Bonnie
1. Bobby
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*The purple dinosaur
*The cardigan wearing, special television friend.
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Here is a poem I wrote sometime in '97:
Look, Look lights in the sky,
the fly down low and they fly real high in the sky.
Where they go I do not know.
Flashin Flashin in the sky why there there
I do not Know.
Friday, April 15, 2005
I started a big fuckin' fire today.
So I was thinking about doing some chores today so that I wouldn't look completely lazy. I dragged this hefty black bag that was dripping with dog piss out to the burn patch. I was going to burn some papers. I thought it was a nice day, and not too windy. Big mistake.
Now, I usually take a minute to think about how flammable the wooded surroudings are: The big white pine surrounded by brown needles, the dead hemlock trees, and the abandoned tree house playset, not to mention the dry, brittle brush piles lying between everything. I always imagine the fire spreading from the burn patch to the brush to the dead hemlock and the pine needles and to the trees causing a massive conflagration. Yet that never stops me from lighting that match and torching that massive pile of newspapers sitting on top of more newspapers and more newspapers. Only when the fire had been burning for a few minutes had I realized that it was a bit more windy than I had supposed. I threw a couple of thick branches on the fire to keep the wind from blowing it around, it seemed like a problem solved. Well I went back inside of the house to see what Brian was up to. I called Christa too. I was in the house for about five minutes and then I went to look out the window to see what the fire was up to and I saw a lot of fire. "Thats a lot of fire," I thought for a second, and then I realized that the fire had spread to the trees just like I imagined it would, but I imagined it happening to someone else. I ran outside with a bucket full of dog piss water and I realized that it wasn't going to be enough. Some neighbor lady was standing in the side yard and was all like "You better do somthing about that, call the fire department." So I ran back inside and dialed "914". Then I said "shit" then, dialed "911111", then I said "shit" and then I dialed "911" and the phone wasn't on and then I tried to turn the phone on and it wouldn't turn on, and I said "shit shit shit". Brian came down stairs and asked me what the matter was and I said, "look out the window there is a fucking fire, and the phone won't work, shit." Brian said he knew how to get it to work he was shaking that damn piece of shit phone and told me to "go out and tell Bon to get away from the fire." Bon was splashing water on the fire, and some Penn DOT guys were spraying the fire with extinguishers from behind the fence. Thank fucking god, somehow that actually put it out. Bon dragged the garden hose out and it didn't reach to the trees so we had to keep filling buckets and dousing everything. The neighbor next door who is a vampire actually came out in the daylight and sprayed the fire with his garden hose and helped rake up the remaining brush. I guess he isn't a vampire after all he is actually pretty nice.
I wonder if I'm gonna get yelled at for this, its not like its entirely my fault that the fire pit is built too close to the trees and that Bob stacked all that brush and shit there. I am so thankful that those people came over to help stop the fire. I'm glad that we never did get in touch with the fire department because I probably would have gotten fined, and it would be so damned embarassing.
So I was thinking about doing some chores today so that I wouldn't look completely lazy. I dragged this hefty black bag that was dripping with dog piss out to the burn patch. I was going to burn some papers. I thought it was a nice day, and not too windy. Big mistake.
Now, I usually take a minute to think about how flammable the wooded surroudings are: The big white pine surrounded by brown needles, the dead hemlock trees, and the abandoned tree house playset, not to mention the dry, brittle brush piles lying between everything. I always imagine the fire spreading from the burn patch to the brush to the dead hemlock and the pine needles and to the trees causing a massive conflagration. Yet that never stops me from lighting that match and torching that massive pile of newspapers sitting on top of more newspapers and more newspapers. Only when the fire had been burning for a few minutes had I realized that it was a bit more windy than I had supposed. I threw a couple of thick branches on the fire to keep the wind from blowing it around, it seemed like a problem solved. Well I went back inside of the house to see what Brian was up to. I called Christa too. I was in the house for about five minutes and then I went to look out the window to see what the fire was up to and I saw a lot of fire. "Thats a lot of fire," I thought for a second, and then I realized that the fire had spread to the trees just like I imagined it would, but I imagined it happening to someone else. I ran outside with a bucket full of dog piss water and I realized that it wasn't going to be enough. Some neighbor lady was standing in the side yard and was all like "You better do somthing about that, call the fire department." So I ran back inside and dialed "914". Then I said "shit" then, dialed "911111", then I said "shit" and then I dialed "911" and the phone wasn't on and then I tried to turn the phone on and it wouldn't turn on, and I said "shit shit shit". Brian came down stairs and asked me what the matter was and I said, "look out the window there is a fucking fire, and the phone won't work, shit." Brian said he knew how to get it to work he was shaking that damn piece of shit phone and told me to "go out and tell Bon to get away from the fire." Bon was splashing water on the fire, and some Penn DOT guys were spraying the fire with extinguishers from behind the fence. Thank fucking god, somehow that actually put it out. Bon dragged the garden hose out and it didn't reach to the trees so we had to keep filling buckets and dousing everything. The neighbor next door who is a vampire actually came out in the daylight and sprayed the fire with his garden hose and helped rake up the remaining brush. I guess he isn't a vampire after all he is actually pretty nice.
I wonder if I'm gonna get yelled at for this, its not like its entirely my fault that the fire pit is built too close to the trees and that Bob stacked all that brush and shit there. I am so thankful that those people came over to help stop the fire. I'm glad that we never did get in touch with the fire department because I probably would have gotten fined, and it would be so damned embarassing.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I am in love with Resident Evil 4. It is unbelievably, impossibly fun. I simply adore popping the heads off evil monks with the sniper rifle. I love blasting Los Ganados off rooftops and ski lifts, and ladders. I've played way to much of it today though I need to think about somthing else before I go to sleep.
Monday, February 14, 2005
HAPPY VD
Valentines Day is for Bitches
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I almost died again today no fuckin' thanks to the narcoleptic old man. We were coming home from Bradford, and in sight of the "Welcome to Coudersport" sign the old man nodded off, crossed the center line and swerved off the road. I was spaced out at the moment and didn't notice, but Brian yelled "HEY TOM!" and I squealed "Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus-GOD!" as we went off the road and plowed over innocent shrubbery until we came to a stop. Then the old guy tries to back out but hits a signpost with the back of the car. Somehow he managed backing the shitty old cavalier station wagon out without hitting somthing the second time. Brian and I were silent, glaring at the old man, and glancing at each other with the "that was too fucking close" look. How the hell we managed avoiding oncoming traffic, a tree, and a signpost, I don't know. Jesus must have been riding with us that day, because the old man had been pulling crap like that for the most part of that trip. You would think that from the last time Brian and I got in the car with the old man we would never do it again; last time the old man almost smashed us into a train.
Well this time I can guarentee you that I will not get in a car with the old man again, not anytime soon and, not at without 2 awake co-pilots in the car at the same time. Stupid videogames are not worth sacrificing my life for.
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I 've had a wonderful day besides that, I'm so happy and fat and loved. I hope everyone had a good day.
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I don't know what is worse, vindictive dishonesty or arrogant flaunting honesty. Your all maggot breeders with your bloated drama, I can only hope they stop at your rotteness and not consume you entirely.
Valentines Day is for Bitches
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I almost died again today no fuckin' thanks to the narcoleptic old man. We were coming home from Bradford, and in sight of the "Welcome to Coudersport" sign the old man nodded off, crossed the center line and swerved off the road. I was spaced out at the moment and didn't notice, but Brian yelled "HEY TOM!" and I squealed "Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus-GOD!" as we went off the road and plowed over innocent shrubbery until we came to a stop. Then the old guy tries to back out but hits a signpost with the back of the car. Somehow he managed backing the shitty old cavalier station wagon out without hitting somthing the second time. Brian and I were silent, glaring at the old man, and glancing at each other with the "that was too fucking close" look. How the hell we managed avoiding oncoming traffic, a tree, and a signpost, I don't know. Jesus must have been riding with us that day, because the old man had been pulling crap like that for the most part of that trip. You would think that from the last time Brian and I got in the car with the old man we would never do it again; last time the old man almost smashed us into a train.
Well this time I can guarentee you that I will not get in a car with the old man again, not anytime soon and, not at without 2 awake co-pilots in the car at the same time. Stupid videogames are not worth sacrificing my life for.
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I 've had a wonderful day besides that, I'm so happy and fat and loved. I hope everyone had a good day.
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I don't know what is worse, vindictive dishonesty or arrogant flaunting honesty. Your all maggot breeders with your bloated drama, I can only hope they stop at your rotteness and not consume you entirely.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Anybody wonder where I've been? Naw, probably not..
Anyway, I've been sick for the most part of this week, with a fever, congestion, hacking cough, and a sore throat that rivals the pain of strep. Thank my lucky stars that it wasn't strep throat, lol. I don't think I picked it up from Christa, I got it from Brian who got it from Kwik Fill. I thought I would be a saint and nurse him back to health, but ended up having to nurse the both of us for the whole week. I'm kind of glad he is back at work now because it was not comfortable spending all that time together attached at the hip while we were sick. But I absolutely love him more than ever.
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I have a Gamecube now, somebody come over and play with me.
Anyway, I've been sick for the most part of this week, with a fever, congestion, hacking cough, and a sore throat that rivals the pain of strep. Thank my lucky stars that it wasn't strep throat, lol. I don't think I picked it up from Christa, I got it from Brian who got it from Kwik Fill. I thought I would be a saint and nurse him back to health, but ended up having to nurse the both of us for the whole week. I'm kind of glad he is back at work now because it was not comfortable spending all that time together attached at the hip while we were sick. But I absolutely love him more than ever.
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I have a Gamecube now, somebody come over and play with me.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Howtah Sound Like Yerfrum Podder Kounny.
(How to sound like a native of Potter County, Pennsylvania.)
It's, uh, my personal opinion, that Coudurrsport has, like, the best educated people of the, um, many small districks of Podder Kounny, 'cuz we have to live up to higher standerds of the, um, like, 'delphia people so we ken get good jobs and stuff. But they're all dum flatlanders and we can tell them 'delphia people from us, cuz they all drive silver cars and prenounce things all wrong. Like, um, The Elementary School, its El-uh-men-TARY not Eluh-menTREE, and I know thats how it is 'cuz the people onna radio sayit that way and so does everyone else I know.
The othernight I was sittin' around with my boyfriend whose-one-nuh them people from outtatown and I asked him, "whachu-wachin'? " ('cuzzy was wachin' TV) and I was like, " I seen than the othernight and it ain't too good, well, like, it was gooder than that 'Mer'can Idol isaw the othernight with my Nanna and Pap-Pap. And he was like," gooder isn't a word." An I hate it when he hastah, like, show off. Then he says somthing like, "I paid attention in English Class," and I was like, "SO DIDN'T I !!".
(How to sound like a native of Potter County, Pennsylvania.)
It's, uh, my personal opinion, that Coudurrsport has, like, the best educated people of the, um, many small districks of Podder Kounny, 'cuz we have to live up to higher standerds of the, um, like, 'delphia people so we ken get good jobs and stuff. But they're all dum flatlanders and we can tell them 'delphia people from us, cuz they all drive silver cars and prenounce things all wrong. Like, um, The Elementary School, its El-uh-men-TARY not Eluh-menTREE, and I know thats how it is 'cuz the people onna radio sayit that way and so does everyone else I know.
The othernight I was sittin' around with my boyfriend whose-one-nuh them people from outtatown and I asked him, "whachu-wachin'? " ('cuzzy was wachin' TV) and I was like, " I seen than the othernight and it ain't too good, well, like, it was gooder than that 'Mer'can Idol isaw the othernight with my Nanna and Pap-Pap. And he was like," gooder isn't a word." An I hate it when he hastah, like, show off. Then he says somthing like, "I paid attention in English Class," and I was like, "SO DIDN'T I !!".
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
I feel lonely. I miss my friends so much. Is it my fault--their's? . Even if it was their fault, would they even care? I think it all just gets muddled up between us all. Is everyone where they want to be? I can't honestly say that I am where I want to be. At any time of day, I just want be somewhere else, I just want do things my way. I want to be with my friends, I want to draw and paint and create again, I need to socialize. All of my day's seem gray. I live everyday like I will live forever, my days are just garbage to discard. I don't want to be married when I'm 20, don't want to be a young welfare mom. How can I just say all of this, like I don't have the most abundant love I've ever known bestowed to me on a daily basis? I can't seem to find the balance between loving my friends, and my boyfriend, and myself. Things just don't seem right. I've felt confused about this for almost a year. Maybe I need to just stop hoping for more, gotta lower my expectactions to less than a quarter of what I hoped to be. Maybe I need to get off my ass and fix things, maybe I have to find joy in the obvious comfort and love I experience everyday. I need to feel alive again, need to go experience life. I feel so isolated, what the heck am I supposed to do? I feel like such a silly loser.
Friday, January 07, 2005
I fell asleep listening to some trancey music about a week ago and I've been stuck this entire time
"flying into a red, red sun over Ibiza". Make it stop. I don't know where or what an Ibiza is. Someone please tell me.
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It seems I did have my Christmas wish come true, all of my buddies are alive. Even people I never thought I would see again somehow materialized. God bless us, everyone!
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So I'm happy as all hell. Its probably wrong to be so happy. If the Naya of exactly a year ago met the Naya of exactly today, she would hate me so much she would punch me exactly in the kidneys.
"flying into a red, red sun over Ibiza". Make it stop. I don't know where or what an Ibiza is. Someone please tell me.
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It seems I did have my Christmas wish come true, all of my buddies are alive. Even people I never thought I would see again somehow materialized. God bless us, everyone!
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So I'm happy as all hell. Its probably wrong to be so happy. If the Naya of exactly a year ago met the Naya of exactly today, she would hate me so much she would punch me exactly in the kidneys.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas
goddam spoiled rotten kids....
Yesterday my family went to Gramma's for christmas eve dinner.
In the afternoon I pigged out on pickled herring, bond-ost, and summer sausage.
Later I had dinner: ham, korv, rye bread, lutefisk, and rice pudding. After that we opened our presents(I didn't get anything I put on my blog's Christmas list so I guess I'll have to wait till next year and get a job). After that we all had dessert: Christmas cookies and fruit soup.
Today was pretty much the same except I brought Brian with me to see what a picture perfect Christmas looked like. Brian didn't even have to sit at the kidde table next to the cat box like every other year. Maybe I spoiled a cherished tradition for him, lol.
For dinner today I had roast beef, rye bread, croissant roll, and brussel sprouts for dinner. And I can't wait till next year cause the spirit of christmas is not in presents, but in Christmas dinner and dessert and a million snacks in between! I'm such a piggy!
goddam spoiled rotten kids....
Yesterday my family went to Gramma's for christmas eve dinner.
In the afternoon I pigged out on pickled herring, bond-ost, and summer sausage.
Later I had dinner: ham, korv, rye bread, lutefisk, and rice pudding. After that we opened our presents(I didn't get anything I put on my blog's Christmas list so I guess I'll have to wait till next year and get a job). After that we all had dessert: Christmas cookies and fruit soup.
Today was pretty much the same except I brought Brian with me to see what a picture perfect Christmas looked like. Brian didn't even have to sit at the kidde table next to the cat box like every other year. Maybe I spoiled a cherished tradition for him, lol.
For dinner today I had roast beef, rye bread, croissant roll, and brussel sprouts for dinner. And I can't wait till next year cause the spirit of christmas is not in presents, but in Christmas dinner and dessert and a million snacks in between! I'm such a piggy!
Monday, December 06, 2004
Happy (late) Thanksgiving!
Life is still good. Hooray for happiness.
Christmas is coming
here is my wish list:
- adigital camera
- sexy underware
- anything warm and fuzzy
- beautiful, wonderful, shiny things
- pickled herring
- PS2
- Gameboy advanced or DS
- most of all I want to know that ALL of my friends and buddies are happy or at least alive
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B-days continued:
Nate: Mar 15
Matthew: Nov 10
Life is still good. Hooray for happiness.
Christmas is coming
here is my wish list:
- adigital camera
- sexy underware
- anything warm and fuzzy
- beautiful, wonderful, shiny things
- pickled herring
- PS2
- Gameboy advanced or DS
- most of all I want to know that ALL of my friends and buddies are happy or at least alive
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B-days continued:
Nate: Mar 15
Matthew: Nov 10
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Today I am this many years old:
--( holds up 19 fingers).
I'm an old lady now and I'm gonna take up knitting and quilting start bitching about everything 'cause I'm a bitter old hag.
Isn't 19 the age you stop growing?
Stop growing, start dying. I think I heard that breasts can continue growing until your mid-twenties. There is still hope for me yet... hah
-- So I guess I'm supposed to be a responsible adult by now, or I could opt to be an emotionally and mentally immature college kid. Hmmm this is what CHS guidence counselors call making a life choice...
-F' that.
I'll just live at home until I'm 30.
I had fun last night/this morning. I love my friends.
So I'll try to remember your bithdays when they come up
Christa: Apr. 11
Sammy: Jun. 7
Brian: May 7
Sparky: May 8
Jimmy: Sep. 9
Ed: Nov. 17
Looks like I've missed a few ahhg.. well slap me with a trout or somthin'..
--( holds up 19 fingers).
I'm an old lady now and I'm gonna take up knitting and quilting start bitching about everything 'cause I'm a bitter old hag.
Isn't 19 the age you stop growing?
Stop growing, start dying. I think I heard that breasts can continue growing until your mid-twenties. There is still hope for me yet... hah
-- So I guess I'm supposed to be a responsible adult by now, or I could opt to be an emotionally and mentally immature college kid. Hmmm this is what CHS guidence counselors call making a life choice...
-F' that.
I'll just live at home until I'm 30.
I had fun last night/this morning. I love my friends.
So I'll try to remember your bithdays when they come up
Christa: Apr. 11
Sammy: Jun. 7
Brian: May 7
Sparky: May 8
Jimmy: Sep. 9
Ed: Nov. 17
Looks like I've missed a few ahhg.. well slap me with a trout or somthin'..
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Happy Halloween
you shmucks!
..So life isn't so bad cause I don't have to baby sit the old man, no urinal dumping, no food cooking nothing.
Hooray for me! Look at me and my unabashed lack of simpathy for the old man's health!
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I can't wait for all this election crap to be over, I feel like a dumb-ass getting all worked up about it like every other shmuck in the country. I want Bush to lose so bad.. oooooooooo. Burn in hell Busshy!! I want your loss to be a loss for the unborn, a loss for the catholics and the baptists, and right-wing nutcases, for FOX news, for crackers and rednecks and , for the unreasonably selsfishly rich corporations. I want you to lose for Penn York camp, and potter county and all snooty republicans. I wan't your loss to be a tremendous loss to jesus. I want your loss to be loss for all those blinded by red-white and blue, god fearing bible-thumping manifest destiny imperialist patriotism. A loss for Bush is a loss for the "optimists"-- for Texas-- and for "mer'ca"
you shmucks!
..So life isn't so bad cause I don't have to baby sit the old man, no urinal dumping, no food cooking nothing.
Hooray for me! Look at me and my unabashed lack of simpathy for the old man's health!
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I can't wait for all this election crap to be over, I feel like a dumb-ass getting all worked up about it like every other shmuck in the country. I want Bush to lose so bad.. oooooooooo. Burn in hell Busshy!! I want your loss to be a loss for the unborn, a loss for the catholics and the baptists, and right-wing nutcases, for FOX news, for crackers and rednecks and , for the unreasonably selsfishly rich corporations. I want you to lose for Penn York camp, and potter county and all snooty republicans. I wan't your loss to be a tremendous loss to jesus. I want your loss to be loss for all those blinded by red-white and blue, god fearing bible-thumping manifest destiny imperialist patriotism. A loss for Bush is a loss for the "optimists"-- for Texas-- and for "mer'ca"
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
For those of you who don't know, the old man fell off a ladder while painting the apartment house in the back yard he broke his shoulder and ankle.
Guess who has to nurse him back to health when he gets out of the hospital?
CAN YOU TAKE A WILD FUCKING GUESS!
GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH %@#&* fuck fuck fuck fuck!
I have very little patience and sympathy for sick, whiny, suffering men!
This is somthing I cannot change about myself.
No doubt I will probably end up throwing the old guy down the basement stairs or putting rat poision in his chicken soup.
Good god!Try to imagine babysitting your old man!
Guess who has to nurse him back to health when he gets out of the hospital?
CAN YOU TAKE A WILD FUCKING GUESS!
GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH %@#&* fuck fuck fuck fuck!
I have very little patience and sympathy for sick, whiny, suffering men!
This is somthing I cannot change about myself.
No doubt I will probably end up throwing the old guy down the basement stairs or putting rat poision in his chicken soup.
Good god!Try to imagine babysitting your old man!