Auto response from alfonso:
'Tis the night before Christmas,
And Fonzo's not here,
For he's at his aunt's,
Watching grown men drink beer.
He will be bored,
So he won't stay very long,
He will then go to Dezi's,
And ____ from her ____.

Merry Christmas!

can YOU fill in the blanks?anyway, merry christmas kiddos. this night kind of makes me wish i ( Read more... )

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skeletons are fine, your closet or mine.
yesterday i spraypainted boxes. they were outside drying. now its pouring rain and they're surely ruined.
i officially have a new friend. in miami. this is the first time since perhaps tenth grade.

...a strong wind could take me away...

fucking hate the lj monster. ugh. pot is like smoke, and smoke quickly fills the room. watch out. weather getting colder at long last, praise the elements. i want a scarf and simply must learn to knit, because no one else near me does. fun times ( Read more... )

it's beginning to look a LOT like motherfucking christmas. this holiday spirit craze of mine hasn't gone away and im really enjoying it. i'm giving everybody at least some kind of small holiday offering, so if you're a far away person, email me your address (chokepixie@aol) and expect happiness in the mailbox ( Read more... )

weekends like this are what keep me going. <3. despite the SATs, which i actually don't feel too abysmally about. i've been spending time with my sister, which has been surprisingly fabulous. yesterday i got to go to MICHAELS! and MARSHALLS! so, was appropriately thrilled. last night, after exhausting myself by shopping to the point of delirium, ( Read more... )

i have to take the SATs (again) in four hours. in aventura.

ugh.

glee: brenton and i have been looking for starburst hard candy for so long, and have been so abysmally unsuccesful that we had feared the dreaded DISCONTINUATION. so, in coconut grove friday night, i was in this dirty little bathroom in some convenience store. convenient indeed. when i came out, we all get in the car, and brenton looks over at me, ( Read more... )

"i dont know if there is anything wrong, because i dont know how other people are. i sometimes cry a lot, for no reason..."
- adam sandler, "Punch Drunk Love"

this time, the drive home wasnt too achy. really, really, really nice three (THREE!) days. snuck into a sleepy boy's room early friday morning to get warm under blankets eerily similar to my own. friday was flea market (the kettle corn man went out of business, which is like the saddest thing ever) and drunken chaperoning. chaperoning as a drunkard ( Read more... )