| Uncmut week 66 | May. 9th, 2004 @ 11:02 am |
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- Vagina:: Monologues
- Racism:: South Carolina
- Mother's Day:: flowers
- Fire alarm:: sprinklers
- Elvis:: Can't Help Falling in Love
- Pregnant:: backache
- Vacation:: all I ever wanted, vacation, had to get away...
- Waffles:: syrup
- Perpendicular:: horizontal
- Hospital:: bed
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| Tell me why | May. 6th, 2004 @ 11:52 am |
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I like so much music that other people hate? Really. I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me. It's not that I care really - you like what you like, you know? I can't change that, and I refuse to pretend to like things I don't anymore (hello, high school) to make other people happy, but damn. Really.
PS: I really like Maroon 5. |
| In Space No One Can Hear You Scream | May. 5th, 2004 @ 01:34 pm |
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I'm having one of those days in which I feel vaguely unsettled, but can't really put my finger on the reason WHY I feel that way.
I guess, more than anything, I'd like to not be alone tonight. |
| Hippo Birdie | May. 5th, 2004 @ 11:58 am |
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J - I hope it's an amazing day! I'm sorry we couldn't hang out, and I owe you drinks when I see you. Thank you for bringing beauty to my life.
Happy birthday, sug. xx |
| Set to 'broil' | May. 3rd, 2004 @ 10:47 am |
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It's not even 11 am, and already it's over 90 degrees outside. I can't take much more of this. It's May. MAY. Do you hear me, weather people? MAY. It's not supposed to be this hot. I don't like it, and frankly, I need it to stop now.
Thank you. |
| » uncmut week 65 |
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- Sexy:: boy
- Clique:: high school
- Pledge:: allegiance
- Carbs:: sugar
- Dream Job:: journalist
- Sweeps:: cleans
- Soundtrack:: natalie
- Hero:: heroine
- Shave:: legs
- Christina:: Aguilera (god help me)
May. 3rd, 2004 @ 09:01 am
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| » And in the fucking creepy section of today's awards: |
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I just fucking got stalked.
I made a post on craig's list a few months ago and some guy emailed me because he thought it was funny, which of course, appealed to my vanity, so I emailed him back and we've been emailing back and forth with the occasional phone call (two - one of which was business related), and all of a sudden, just now, he showed up at my office with a 'delivery' for me.
E. told him to wait in the front, but he followed him back to the copy room and E. said 'A? you have a delivery' and I turned around and saw it was this guy (whom I'd seen a picture of, but he hadn't seen one of me) and I tried to play it off like I wasn't me, and said 'oh, I think she was in the back,' and I walked off to 'try and find her' and he followed me. I didn't know what to do, so I said 'oh she must have gone down to the storage room', and he went to wait up at the front.
I had K. go out through the side door, then walk in and say 'have you been helped?' and then when he said he was waiting for me, she said I'd already gone home for the day, could she tell me he'd stopped by? no, he'll come back tomorrow.
Fuck me. I never gave him my work address.
I dunno - you don't just show up at someone's work. If they work in a restaurant or bookstore or somewhere you might go anyway, sure, ok, that's one thing, but to find out someone's work address based on a phone number and then show up at an office building - that's crazy. CRAZY.
This is fucking creepy x1,000,000.
Apr. 29th, 2004 @ 05:15 pm
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| » Grr x 3 |
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You what really chaps my ass? People who make thinly veiled comments designed to let you know that they aren't pleased with you in some fashion instead of coming right the fuck out and saying what the problem is.
If you have a problem with me - no matter how large or small, for the love of fuck, TELL ME WHAT IT IS.
Apr. 29th, 2004 @ 09:02 am
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| » A thought |
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I think I shouldn't be allowed to have relationships with people. If I have to, though, I shall limit myself to having very good friends, at least one of whom will occasionally give it up.
It'll work!
And while I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony.
Apr. 28th, 2004 @ 10:31 am
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| » Set the A/C on 'Fuck the Ozone' |
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It's supposed to be 101 here today. One hundred and one degrees. In April. That's not normal, even for Los Angeles. Maybe Phoenix it is. BUT THIS ISN'T PHOENIX. It's sick and wrong, really. Oh, and did I mention hot as a motherfucker? So hot I couldn't sleep last night, even after going for a drive to the beach wearing almost next to nothing with the windows down. Hot. Really hot. (Reminds me of Robin Williams: 'fool, it's hot, I told you again, were you born on the sun? It's so damned hot I saw one of those little guys in the orange robes burst into flames'.)
Sometimes Alaska doesn't seem so bad. Or at least San Francisco. What I wouldn't give right now . . .
Apr. 27th, 2004 @ 11:45 am
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