for the second time in my life, I have to hump a guy named kyle. and, for the second time in my life, I'm not looking forward to it. but, that's what acting is all about. I suppose
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Re: SHOUTING right back!!gotardNovember 13 2003, 21:30:51 UTC
I'll clean up my rassafrackin language when I @#$^#$^ feel like it!! you are right, though, I should try to cuss less like a sailor and more like a sorority chick: not in public (or you get fined).
the imaginary death of the ice cream salesman is well deserved. he stood idly by while a drunk doofus tried to de-robe me. after some haggling, the doofus let my robe alone, only to put his hands over my face in an attempt to shield my migraine-clouded eyes from the harsh hallway lights. his hands smelled like...well, another girl, and I didn't appreciate having that on my face. if I wanted that on my face, I'd be a lesbian. anyway, after that incident, the ice cream salesman said that I was exaggerating because, you know, women are like that.
Hey, good to hear from you. Sorry I wasn't in Tuscaloosa while you were down. As far as Ben goes, he refuses to answer his e-mail. Although I can still check it if I want to. Recommend you call him. Oh, and Michelle says "Yo bootylicious yo" from under the covers.
I was disappointed I didn't get to see more people. will and I toyed with the idea of rendezvous-ing(sp?) in birmingham, but it didn't work out. something we'll have to do soon, though. perhaps over christmas? or sooner? let me know what's good fer ye.
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The description of the death of an ice cream salesman scared me. I don't know what to think. Hold me. (La la la, I love flowers...)
Mr. Honey Pants?! (La la la, I love flowers...)
Oh.
And you would do well to clean up your language. ;-) (La la la, I love flowers...)
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the imaginary death of the ice cream salesman is well deserved. he stood idly by while a drunk doofus tried to de-robe me. after some haggling, the doofus let my robe alone, only to put his hands over my face in an attempt to shield my migraine-clouded eyes from the harsh hallway lights. his hands smelled like...well, another girl, and I didn't appreciate having that on my face. if I wanted that on my face, I'd be a lesbian. anyway, after that incident, the ice cream salesman said that I was exaggerating because, you know, women are like that.
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