And the winner is...

The slipcover.

It wasn't even close.

Dear Matt Becker,

Quick question. Why did you have to show up at my door that one time, with the flower, right after you'd called to tell me you couldn't come visit after all? It was over Christmas break freshman year, remember? Here is my problem with this incident: you instilled in me a false sense of how things work. Because now, when someone ( Read more... )

Note to self: In the future, try to plan ahead enough to prevent numerous consecutive days spent at home. As indicated by your diminishing GPA, you are lazy, but you do not deal well with boredom. If, for any reason, you should think it is an ok idea to be back in this situation again next summer, remember how you felt when you realized that going ( Read more... )

I had to go to the doctor today to have my annual Pap smear. No entertaining stories this time, kids. It hurt. A lot. Something did not go right, and there was much pain and even blood.

When I told Aaron this story, he said, "Eeew."

His inability to express any sort of concern or sympathy pissed me off, but I didn't want to start a fight about it.
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... how poetic I used to be! Remember this?

For every tear you haven't shed,
I hope you choke on whole wheat bread.
And for my heart, which you did break
May you, in syphilis, partake.
For every lie you told to me,
I hope you get an STD.
And for the truths you did not tell,
I hope you fucking burn in hell.

Hehehe.

Daddy said that I have to show them that I'm interested, so today after I showered, I dressed nicely and even put on make-up. I marched into Bob Evans and said in my polite voice, "Hi, I put in an application here last week and I haven't heard anything, so I was just wondering if those positions are still available." They said they'd call me if ( Read more... )

By almost I mean that I called about the ad in the paper seeking a "self-motivated individual to drive ice cream truck." There was no answer so I left a message, only to find out later from Mandy that word on the street is that the ice cream truck job pays by commission, meaning the amount of money I would make would depend on the amount of ice ( Read more... )

I'm in a quandary about my grades and the related and aforementioned threat to quit dance. I expected her to give me bad grades across the board, in which case I would have been legitimately pissed off. But she threw me a curve ball and gave me A's in everything except dance history, in which she gave me a C+. The dilemma here lies in the paper I ( Read more... )

I had the oddest dream about you last night. I was taking my Middle East final, even though you had that class this semester, not me, and I saw you out the window. So I left the exam to go outside and talk to you, but you were weird. You didn't look quite right and you seemed angry at me. Then I forgot to go back to the exam and later when I ( Read more... )

And realizing that really helped to justify skipping our ballet classes at festival on Friday to go shopping. Speaking of dance....

Favorite quote from Danceworks IX: If Jackass was a musical, this would be the opening number.

I am so glad I never have to do that "jazz" piece again. In fact, I may never dance for Bess again. If, on Thursday, when I ( Read more... )