melissa2

where do you play air hockey?

i've been going to an arcade on Vermont & the machine is kinda funky. I'd love to know a spot in our neck of the woods.

oh, physically, my hair & hands win

My prehensile tail is magnificent, and I have a foxy spleen... but I think my forearms, wrists and long hands are my favs. Funny how the lankiness that plagued you through self-conscious middle-school and high-school days can become what others find physically attractive in later years... at least for the short-haired punky girl types. Hot damn, I'm glad all that creotene and gym membership I had tried bulking up with never worked!

i never knew you "before"
but i say now...
what pretty eyes you have!


edited to say... don't even bother,
you're a duck in a rain storm haha

[Edited on Apr 21, 2003]

funny you should ask,
SGVegas
i have a close friend out there
so i figured i'd join and see what was up.


btw, looking forward to your set!

that is a very interesting question and it is one that has been debated for thousands of years by the worlds greatest minds. I beleive it was the Ancient Mesopotamians who first asked this question in the form of a pictograph depicting the young prince Gudea placing the royal flower in his beloved pony's ass. Flash foward a couple of thousand years and we find ourselves in Ancient Egypt where the Pharoe Amunemhet I who was actually buried with an Arabian Horse with a desert rose placed neatly in its ass for the trip into the afterlife. The Greeks on the other hand had a different take on the subject and perfered placing flowers in their own asses. This becomes clear in Aristotles 14th diologue on human essence. So you can see that this question is very complicated. I guess in the end it just matters on whar side of the fence you stand.

g'head and stick your flowers where ever you want.

stick some in your own ass and then ask the question

I had an easter bunny that looked more like a butt plug.YOW!

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The term which was coined in my home town in the 70's - little fun fact.

I know you'll find a way to enjoy it

Don't be sad you were already sad in my entry now this. well if your sad twice in a day then all hells gone to shit and now i'm sad (TEAR) what are we to do, I know get a TATTOO
Last time I had fun was a few months ago when I drove to NH and back theres just so much to see out there it was awsome and since I drove alone I really got to think to myself about life and stuff.

-ELVIS-

dude, you make me swoon -- and gingerlie, and my friend lucy in new york. and linz and fractal and thora. lots of swooning going down here! get me a chair or something...

hmmm infactuation....do robots count???

CONGRATS ON DSL WOOHOOO!
As far as your list go.. I wish you best of luck..
I was driving the other day and I convinced my self that I was fluent in french.,. then I remembered I wasnt.. but I could say things like le sans coulette, or ces't morte...
I dont know why..
But yea...maybe I was thinkng about french kissing or some cool like that

I am apparently not a friend of you... see... I'm not on your list what a bummer.

hmmm I remember slap bracelets those were cool I infact owned a few hypercolor t-shirts... I remember wearing them in elementary school and recess and stuff...

yea I miss RECESS. that was fucking bad... I think over the whole day we prolly had like 2 hours of recess huh? I don't know but it was like a long ass time... subject, subject recess, subject, LUNCH (like and hour and a half or something) then subject then recess then subject... then schools out!
yea... I remember worrying about my grades in 2nd grade... (that quickly deteriorated once I got to the begining of "higher education" ie: middle school... we had breaks then too but lunch was really IT... same with highschool... no more recess. ::sighs::

some times do you feel like you need a recess from your life? I do. I need a recess from being girl crazy ::rolling eyes::

My friend Lester. He's in Anaheim, I'm here.
Those slap brcelets were cool

well first off, your set isnt even up yet and second, your a fuckin sweetie pie!

well, all righty then

[Edited on Apr 16, 2003]

And so fuck all of you!!!!

With flowers and ponies, of course!!! Right in the AASSSSS!!!! hahahaha

Yes, nonsense and pixxie are indeed the raddest people ever! they're way beyond cool, and i wish i knew them better than i do.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Fucking alarm clock, I hates it!

i woke up to the alarm clock, one to many times.

on a lighter note, i found out my ex is fucking some 30 yr old fat dude.

i found a picture entitled "my eyes." i had coloured in the irises with blue crayon, then rubbed it out, and re-coloured them with brown crayon. it was grade 1. my teacher had made me walk to the bathroom to look at myself and face up to facts: my eyes were a boring brown, not blue! yes, i cried.

A mouse! In the mist of chasin it around my room it somehow got up my skirt! I felt it on my inner theigh and stood up! But it was no where to be seen. A few seconds later it fell from between my legs! It was holding on to my panties for dear life! I finally caught it and let it go in a feild. My mom named the mouse Chonie and that christmas I got a mouse magnet that had barbie panties in his hands!

Probably the best drunk story I have is my first...when I was about 8, I had a cold, so my mother gave me some NyQuil. "Gee, that's kind of a small cap, you'd better have another." I proceeded to get silly and finally pass out. My mom freaked out and called my aunt, who's a nurse. She laughed at her.

NyQuil - the only medication that comes with it's own shot glass

turbonegro/QOTSA show. a couple of weeks ago.

we started drinking before we got there. then walked in and did 4 rounds of soco shots. in 5 minutes.

a couple more drinks. some girl fed me like 4 vicodin. i dont remember that. but my recent-ex informed me that the rest of the night involved me dropping trousers to show some girl this huge bruise on my leg.. sitting on the curb and him giving me a bottle of water which i then chucked at him. then him finding me at a table later with another drink.. me and my other drunk friend talking to the merch guy who i asked if he was interested in a threesome but then walked away.. and left my friend there by accident.. i fell over a couple of times i was told.. i dont remember QOTSA playing but i really went to see turbonegro so it was ok. the last thing i remember was saying to my boy.. "do you have me? because im about to fall over."

i woke up on my friends couch at 5 am thinking i had left my credit card at the bar. so i cancelled it at 5:30.. only to realize at 8 am that i had not left it there. i had in fact closed out my tab.. and spent a good 115$. oops.

yea i'm scared of tryin shrooms too.

weired phobia...
ummm...
i don't think i have a weired one...
all my fears are normal, whatever that means.

I still don't like stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. Every time I do, I have to call my mother and ask her how her back is.