I want to marry Billy Idol.

No one will come over and play video games with me.

I'm bored.

If I were to see this post, I'd skim through it and snicker. Why? Because it, to me, is emotional bullshit. If you are anything like me, don't read this ( Read more... )

I almost hit Patrick. He was in my room bitching at me for no rational reason, I told him to leave, he wouldn't, I slammed the door against his big toe and he still wouldn't get out, so I raised my arm and the fragment of a second before I hit him I dropped my hand. His eyes got really huge and he flew out of the room. Then I closed and locked the ( Read more... )

I always manage to embarrass myself when I am out in public.

Stokes left for Atlanta.

I am sad.

As I was checking my hotmail account, got to thinking... hot mail... hot male... HOT MALE! And while I am lacking a hot male, I will always have my dependable hotmail by my side... or in my face, as you will. Yes, it has a storage limit...it misinterprets actual letters as junk mail... but it still remains true and continues to collect my mail. ( Read more... )

I live with two of the most abominable creatures, and I’m not talking about Sasquatch and Bigfoot. Yes. Worse than Inigo Montoya, worse than the six-fingered man, and worse than the fire swamp! I am speaking of the R.O.U.S.... and Scotland’s very own Lochness monster! BEWARE! BEWARE of the creatures in Apartment D!

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Emily and I aren't friends nor do I think we will ever be again.

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It feels good. But shit, now I have to live with her for a year.

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CRAP!

Yes, indeed. I wish I was at my apartment. I want to hook up my new printer (it's a photo center, scanner, and printer... IN ONE!), get my packages... ah... lovely, purse-lightening eBay! I want to meet the fabulous individual who invented the money-maker... but whether I'd kick him in the balls or kiss him is uncertain...


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