i feel like shit ( Read more... )

i'm ok with being unimpressive...i sleep better.

THIS is what first class is like on lufthansa's airbus a340s that fly direct from portland to frankfurt. holy crappy. i can't even find a price for it online, but business class is $8k roundtrip. the seats fold back into beds.

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if you want to talk to me, i have my cingular (crappy) phone working now, minus the mobile IM part, naturally. so you can really call me, and we'll have a chat, complete with awkward silences, just like it used to be before IMs. or if you prefer, you can call while i'm sleeping or at work and leave me a sexy voicemail. i'm not picky.

the past four or five days have been JAM packed. jam packed. not really, but for me it was alot ( Read more... )

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( weeks seem to be getting longer and longer lately: )

i have never been happier about the fact that i'm not 14. i deny that i was ever that age. i'm glad there's no proof.

does anyone really care about rick james? its all people are talking about the past few days. the only thing i know about him is that eddie would walk into chemistry and yell "I AM RICK JAMES, BITCH." everyday and when it was his turn to write answers on the board he would write that instead.

my aunts and uncles always used to nudge me at weddings saying "you're next!"
they stopped doing that when i did the same at funerals.