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Hippies smell worse the toddler bowl leakage.
How come everyone I end up hiring to assist me at my school somehow alludes me, and makes me believe that they are NOT a smelly, self richeous asshole bleeding heart liberal with lentil breath? Really? Cant they just come in with there tie-dye flag a flappin' for there interviews, and then I wont be so caught off guard when they refuse to wipe the ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Ewww
What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?
Yeah. Vagina. I think the answer is obvious. I am so not into clearish white slime that smells like pike place market on a stifling sunday. Besides, I was never a fan of dark and warm. -
I forgot about you live journal.....
I'm back and ready to ramble incohernatly about nothing in particular.
dust of your fucking pom-poms! -
Homecoming
Two of my favorite people are coming into town this weekend. Baby steph Bannick, the little bannick. Flat chested but just as fierce. And then there is Rockin Rio "tred softly like a panda" richards. You all had better brace yourself cause all of us together plus some ( like adam "blinded by the gay" tandy, and Kathy "the lonely city pigeon" pants ( Read more... ) -
Do you ever feel like the coolest person in the room?
Is it bad that all I have to say when a sweet girl at a party gets a concusions is "uhhhhhhhh.....GAWD!!!! CANT WE JUST FUCKING DANCE!!?!?" I really hate when I dont have at least one persons undevided attention, I suppose this makes me a little self-involved ( Read more... ) -
bikers of another kind
Ew. Mercer Island is Hidie! Everywhere I go I see the saggy thigh skin of some walking/rotting eighty-nine year old grandma ( or grandpa for that matter) in spandex bike shorts huffing and puffing there way up every incline. They congregate like wrinkled asians, sporting there death palors like mercer island highschool girls sport fake tans. ( Read more... ) -
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So, I am trying to dig my toes into the sand, so to speak. Only the sand is livejournal and my toes are the various braincells that I am attempting to emmerse into this seemingly endless void were my impression leads me to belive is a place for people to just TALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALKTALK.
Keep flappin yer gums even if nobodies