Babies teeth strung out on beads, I give them away on Mothers Day.
-I want to be a writer books not screenplays. Like Holden in The Good Girl he always wrote stories about people that were put apon, and cast down to live a life they didnt want to live. I found it amusing that he called himself a writer because every story he wrote was about the same as the last. I liked that, thats all you need to call yourself a writer, whether its the same story line everytime, or its different, youre a writer. It was cute and endearing. Wheres my damn Holden?? I love Holden.
-I need to put pictures up, this is ridiculous eh! Hopefully I can get some up in time, before I lose all my hair and get dentures. Still waiting patiently on my digital camera, money is too tight right now for that extra expense. itd be stupid and selfish of me.
-I remember eating at White Castle one time. They have White Castle TV dinners here at the local grocery, thats it. You heat em up and they get all soggy. It really pisses me off. I could eat 11 of em right now. The little patties are square and the pickles and onions. Drool.
- I had my third interview yesterday at this Italian chain restaurant. I hope I get the job, Im putting all my eggs into this damn basket. He asked me what my favorite animal was, if I key cars when I get mad, and what do I expect out of people. I answered, dogs, no, and nothing, with a smile. Nothing of course meaning I can handle whats given to me, the good, bad, and the stinky. I need a call back, Im giving it three days. Wish me luck.
-I want a little black book.
- i hear the garbage man clunking away outside my window. reminds me of the cramps song.
p.s dog poop in my trash can, poor garbage man. it knocked my head off
-I want to be a writer books not screenplays. Like Holden in The Good Girl he always wrote stories about people that were put apon, and cast down to live a life they didnt want to live. I found it amusing that he called himself a writer because every story he wrote was about the same as the last. I liked that, thats all you need to call yourself a writer, whether its the same story line everytime, or its different, youre a writer. It was cute and endearing. Wheres my damn Holden?? I love Holden.
-I need to put pictures up, this is ridiculous eh! Hopefully I can get some up in time, before I lose all my hair and get dentures. Still waiting patiently on my digital camera, money is too tight right now for that extra expense. itd be stupid and selfish of me.
-I remember eating at White Castle one time. They have White Castle TV dinners here at the local grocery, thats it. You heat em up and they get all soggy. It really pisses me off. I could eat 11 of em right now. The little patties are square and the pickles and onions. Drool.
- I had my third interview yesterday at this Italian chain restaurant. I hope I get the job, Im putting all my eggs into this damn basket. He asked me what my favorite animal was, if I key cars when I get mad, and what do I expect out of people. I answered, dogs, no, and nothing, with a smile. Nothing of course meaning I can handle whats given to me, the good, bad, and the stinky. I need a call back, Im giving it three days. Wish me luck.
-I want a little black book.
- i hear the garbage man clunking away outside my window. reminds me of the cramps song.
p.s dog poop in my trash can, poor garbage man. it knocked my head off
tickxtock:
I love that cramps song. I tried everything in my power to get my ex-band to play it. Said it was too mean. Buncha assholes! You know...if you want a black book and want it to fill up quick... you actually might want to loose your hair and pull out some dentures. Nothing better says HOT MAMA then a toothless smile. *growls* 
anouck:
guess who got mail!!!!!!! 
guess who got mail!!!!!!!