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Er... long time, no see, eh?
Eh... I've been updating the MySpace blog, or posting bullentins.
I'm bad. I know.
The one thing I love about the paid account on this was that I could email the LJ entries and they'll automatacially post.
I just need to do that now.
Until next time... I'll still be around. :) -
It's my turn to stay the night.
I've been listening to U2's latest whenever I accompany my dad on the way to the hospital ( Read more... ) -
David and Darlene
I just finished watching a mini-marathon of "Roseanne" on Nick @ Night, and tonight they showed the episode in which David makes a move on his best friend, Darlene. He puts his arm around her and she questioned his action. He confessed to her how much he likes her. Turns out, she likes him, too. Except, the only thing holding her back is the ( Read more... ) -
Oh... my... G...
My sis is here tonight. And currently, she's on the sofa, flipping through the channels, from show to show, and finally, she stops on E!, where Howard Stern and his crew are checking out the red carpet of the Porn Awards ( Read more... ) -
I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment
I've just completed a QA shift, and now I wait for my ride to check out of Wal-Mart and hope for a quick arrival (for I, Sara, am famish ( Read more... ) -
Something's not right...
It's about 11:54 p.m., I'm buzzing from two Perfect Margaritas (Applebees' version of a Presidente Maragrita), and I'm listening to voice mails that I have yet to listen ( Read more... ) -
Time goes by so slowly... yet it all falls into place...
*le sigh* Did I ever mention that Madonna seems to have a song for everything that happens in life? Well, everything in *my* life, that is.
She has a new song out called, "Hung Up." And my goodness, other the fabulous ABBA sample and disco beats, the lyrics described perfectly what I'm going through:
"Waiting for your call ( Read more... ) -
48 Hours: I'm trying to believe and I'd die without you
Forty-eight hours; that's what the doctor said about my uncle, Severo, Monday afternoon ( Read more... ) -
The Astros' season has ended. R.I.P.
As I watched Orlando Palmiero ran his hardest towards first base, I kept hoping against hope that the Sox' second baseman (or was it the shortstop's man?) wouldn't be fast enough to grasp the ball, maybe even lose his footing as he (hopefully over) threw it to first base. I kept hoping that perchance, the first baseman may accidentally take his ( Read more... )