Since teriberri21 is being a huge ass NAG about me writing a real entry (as opposed to memes and stuff taken from other journals), I am writing this to shut her little Californian carrot top pie hole
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We have Jone's soda! I love the green apple one! And congratulations on your correct fortune.
*lol* I think a slight memory of this conversation is coming back to me. Well, it's not my fault you have freak feet! (Hee hee.) Of course companies sell nice shoes in narrow and small sizes. Don't want clumsy clods like you big footed beasts to topple around in their shoes. Geez. That's great. More shoes for people like me!!!!
Oops, that was supposed to be you! You're unknown!! *lol* I'll go fix it.
He's asking me about everything! I don't even know where to start. And sometimes he'll ask pointless questions, like "How come your skin is a weird color?" and it would make me want to strangle him.
Yeah, you've obviously never seen me dance!
Hey, I like that, 'silently spazzing out'. I've never thought of myself spazzing out, but I probably was! And he was a tall guy too, so I couldn't wiggle out if I tried. If you concentrated real hard, I bet you could see the stink lines (of frustration) coming out of the top of my head.
Wow, that's really stupid. I'm so sorry that you have a ...strange brother. But I feel your pain. Sometimes, I wish that I was blessed with a sister. Having an older brother sucks ass just as much as a younger one.
Neither do I. It's one of the reasons why I don't go to dances. Apart from hating to get all dressed up, socializing with people I don't like and listening to crappy music from the daranged but supposedly "in touch with good music" DJ, I cannot dance to save my life.
Lol, I can so imagine that! I'm so sorry. I love hugs. I guess I can identify with your problem with my hatred for people who invade my space. I hate it when people I'm not comfy with or don't know at all go into my space. "I mean, there's reason why I decided to stand two feet away from you pal, don't move into my space!" Sometimes, I wish I can just yell that.
Hm, I dunno. I always thought an older brother would leave you alone more. Ugh, I don't think I could handle a sister. It would be even harder to dodge personal questions!
Heh, it's okay. The only dances I've been to are the ones in junior high they forced us to go to (during school hours, no less). In high school, I went to one, because I had to get my volunteer hours (manning the coat check).
Oh yeah! I hate it when people infringe in my personal space. There is a reason why I don't sidle up to every person I walk by and try to exchange bodily odours with them.
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That's weird you brother wants to know personal stuff, my sister never asks, i think it's better that way...
I hate shoe shopping period. but i have 3 pairs now, so i think i'm good LoL :) neyah get online!!!!!!! i need somebody to talk to! :D
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Well, lucky you. My brother does not know the meaning of privacy.
Ah!! How can you hate shoe shopping, you freak?
I AM online. You aren't.
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*lol* I think a slight memory of this conversation is coming back to me. Well, it's not my fault you have freak feet! (Hee hee.) Of course companies sell nice shoes in narrow and small sizes. Don't want clumsy clods like you big footed beasts to topple around in their shoes. Geez. That's great. More shoes for people like me!!!!
Why do you depise Utah so?
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Sorry about your brother. What exactly is he asking you about?
"[DANCE] : Like a psycho." Lol! That made me laugh!
Lol, some guy hugged you. I can so imagine you just standing there, silently spazzing out. You probably wanted to shove the guy away. Lol!
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He's asking me about everything! I don't even know where to start. And sometimes he'll ask pointless questions, like "How come your skin is a weird color?" and it would make me want to strangle him.
Yeah, you've obviously never seen me dance!
Hey, I like that, 'silently spazzing out'. I've never thought of myself spazzing out, but I probably was! And he was a tall guy too, so I couldn't wiggle out if I tried. If you concentrated real hard, I bet you could see the stink lines (of frustration) coming out of the top of my head.
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Neither do I. It's one of the reasons why I don't go to dances. Apart from hating to get all dressed up, socializing with people I don't like and listening to crappy music from the daranged but supposedly "in touch with good music" DJ, I cannot dance to save my life.
Lol, I can so imagine that! I'm so sorry. I love hugs. I guess I can identify with your problem with my hatred for people who invade my space. I hate it when people I'm not comfy with or don't know at all go into my space. "I mean, there's reason why I decided to stand two feet away from you pal, don't move into my space!" Sometimes, I wish I can just yell that.
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Heh, it's okay. The only dances I've been to are the ones in junior high they forced us to go to (during school hours, no less). In high school, I went to one, because I had to get my volunteer hours (manning the coat check).
Oh yeah! I hate it when people infringe in my personal space. There is a reason why I don't sidle up to every person I walk by and try to exchange bodily odours with them.
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