I do that laughing thing so much. People always stare at me because I'll like smile to the ground and like bump into people because I can't control myself.
And omigoshhh. Sometimes I'll be walking down the halls with someone and we'll start laughing really hard at something. And after you laugh / when you're laughing, you can't just stop smiling, so sometimes I'll accidently turn to random people in the hall and my mouth will still be in a smile and they're like WhatTheFuck? And I'm all OH SHIT. NOT YOU. I'M NOT SMILING AT YOUUU.
Yikes, I do that, too! I get bored and think of something super funny in my mind and try to make it not obvious but it alwso makes me look retarded and since I know I look retarded I start laughing more. Like a cycle!
and like, in the middle of class and everything. that's the worst. but it's so funny. everyone looks at you really weird because they don't know what you're laughing at.
but. may I ask whats in that plastic bag thing? its all pink and frily and everything. its looks like a dress for a fat doll? do you own any fat dolls kerry?
KERRY KERRY KERRYdanthefox69June 11 2005, 02:24:07 UTC
uhummm
I'm really rreallly sorry. and i know i left like,2 messages on your cell phone. but this needs to be heard before tommorrow or else things will suck.
well, heres the deal. after i got off the phone with you, I called the mother, and she said she was doing yardwork and stuff, and said it was too much of a hastle to go there then wait and hour then pick me up. and my dad was like, working more yard then she was. so I tried to think of where newman was and how to get there but like, I really had no idea, and if i did bike there even, then I'd be afraid that'd someone would steal it or smoething? so.. all this is taking place within the hour, and i'm trying to think of how I'd get there. and of corse no busses or trains go down there which is unfortunate. sooooooooooooo. I really really tried. and by the time i really ran out of ideas, it was like, late. and I figured you had already gone. So i recently called you mom and aked for your cell phone #. but it was turned off so. :-( I'm really really sorry.
sometimes during math class, something funny happens, everyone laughs, then stops, and about 15 minutes later I think about it and burst out laughing. it gets me stares
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People always stare at me because I'll like smile to the ground and like bump into people because I can't control myself.
And omigoshhh.
Sometimes I'll be walking down the halls with someone and we'll start laughing really hard at something.
And after you laugh / when you're laughing, you can't just stop smiling, so sometimes I'll accidently turn to random people in the hall and my mouth will still be in a smile and they're like WhatTheFuck? And I'm all OH SHIT. NOT YOU. I'M NOT SMILING AT YOUUU.
Oy.
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but. may I ask whats in that plastic bag thing? its all pink and frily and everything. its looks like a dress for a fat doll?
do you own any fat dolls kerry?
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I'm really rreallly sorry.
and i know i left like,2 messages on your cell phone. but this needs to be heard before tommorrow or else things will suck.
well, heres the deal. after i got off the phone with you, I called the mother, and she said she was doing yardwork and stuff, and said it was too much of a hastle to go there then wait and hour then pick me up. and my dad was like, working more yard then she was. so I tried to think of where newman was and how to get there but like, I really had no idea, and if i did bike there even, then I'd be afraid that'd someone would steal it or smoething? so.. all this is taking place within the hour, and i'm trying to think of how I'd get there. and of corse no busses or trains go down there which is unfortunate. sooooooooooooo. I really really tried. and by the time i really ran out of ideas, it was like, late. and I figured you had already gone. So i recently called you mom and aked for your cell phone #. but it was turned off so. :-(
I'm really really sorry.
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