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pfffffffffffft


I just took this stupid survey thing. I'm such a sucker for these silly dirty internet quizzes:

http://www.hotlanta.com/kinktest.htm



someone else, anyone, take this and tell me what you got so that I can decide if I'm not enough of a wierdo or too much of a wierdo.



anyone anyone.





Love for the heater, love for the heater, love for the heater, et toi. (our own 12:14)


She brushes her eyelashes with her fingertips and savors the light tickle like an unparalleled taste.



Ben and I went to the Canfield fair, which was trashy, and fantastic. The informtion man pointed us to the animals where I proceeded to geek out...but he also told us there would be dogs, and I saw NO dogs. I would have liked to see some dogs with little outfits on. Oh well.

At the fair we....

1. Saw this pig butt. I was really excited about how much their bottoms look like ours:




2. We got oogled at by this sassy chicken:




3. We saw this chicken with hair like Robert Smith (he wouldn't fucking hold still so that I could take a photo through the bars):

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/bokbokrobertsmith.jpg[IMG]

4. Saw this goat that is obviously posessed by a demon force(he was jumping up and down and spazzing out and when he finally stood still I took this photo and suprise, his eyes glow):

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/evilspazgoat.jpg[IMG]

5. Ben made a friend:


[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/benmeetsgoatfriend.jpg[IMG]


6. Ben proceeds to totally make out with his new friend:

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/benkissesgoatfriend.jpg[IMG]

7. and then I give it a try:

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/almost.jpg[IMG]


8. But the goat totally like boys. I don't have a picture for this one, but needless to say, I didn't get a goat kiss : (

9. This llama was wearing a hat (really horrible photo, I know):

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/llamawithhat.jpg[IMG]

10. and then some lady saw us trying to take a picture of ourselves with the goats and volunteered to take our picture for us... and then decided it would be okay if she let us into the cage, with the goats.... that weren't hers:


[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/igeekovergoats.jpg[IMG]
............I am very clearly totally geeking out right there ^


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My arm looks big like a bodybuilders there... ^

YAY, that was the fair!!!!

and then sunday came, blah blah blah... Nothing ever happens on sundays, well stuff happens, but you know.

oh, and just to be a merciless bitch and point it out again, at some point ben got drunk from like one beer. tee hee

and then monday came, and bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz:

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/5602e389.jpg[IMG]



I am super-greasy-sweaty-yucky, I know.

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/25111f3c.jpg[IMG]

I don't know why that photo took up so much space... wierd

aaaanyways, I forgot the pictures I took of myself sitting in my car listening to fleetwood mac (actually, it might not have even been fleetwood mac this time...this happens a lot when I listen to music..I'm lame) crying like the sissy I am (notice fair stamp on hand):

[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/fleetwoodmactome.jpg[IMG]

aaand, my hair-- this is before doing that thing you do when you cry--running, pulling my fingers through my hair.. you know, like you're really tortured. I did that.

Yikes.

I'm totally losing it, haha:



welp, that's that.

Today at work everyone was super annoying and all one of the keyholders talked about all day was how she had to run the store while I was in class yesterday and how horrific it was. ALL DAY. I mean, what can I say? Sorry?

hedge just told me her tuition costs for the school she goes to in California...and I'm pretty sure I need to move. it's way way less than half of what kent costs. I could totally live in her yard in my tent until I work something out. Someday...we'll see.

Oh heavens, a lot of stoof has happened since I have wasted time typing it onto myspace. ummmmmmmm...I met bens friend kristen, who is pretty much a supermodel. Made me feel like the ugly duckling, but she was fantastically nice. I also started school! My classes are upper-division classes, but don't really intimidate me, I'm proud of myself. I sit in class with my computer like a total geek. I think the girl that ezra was with one night when I saw him, that he referred to as his "lady friend," is in my class. Not important, but noted anyways.

I also saw the boy who works at giant eagle that looks like Ian Curtis waiting for the bus the other day (if you don't know who I am talking about, it's probably like 5 entries back) I was just cruising along, on my way to class when I spot something out of the corner of my eye, once I finally realize that it is "the boy who looks like ian curtis," I'm already in the middle of a red-lighted intersection. I'm lucky I wasn't killed. That would have been way embarassing...and plus, I don't fancy the idea of being dead.

He was dressed like a rockabilly boy, with a white shirt and cuffed up jeans and big sunglasses...It confused me, because I never expected his street clothes to be as such. He totally wierds me out. I should probably find out what his name is so that I can tell stories about how creepy he is properly. Creepy in a good way, of course.

Trevor's birthday was yesterday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! We're all getting so old...it's totally gross.

You know those commericals with like..crossing gaurds that have to pee and other important people who have to pee but can't? The one where they sing, "gotta go gotta go gotta go right now?" I hope I don't have whatever problem they are talking about... I pee probably... a dozen or so times a day. Is this bad? I knew a girl once who did that who had a bladder infection or something... ew. I don't want to have some wierd ailment! I drink a lot lot lot of water everyday too... probably like 4 litres. liters.. litres.. I don't know, A LOT!

oh well. They call me "Sarah Pissy Pants," at work. Not because I have pissed my pants, I am more civil than that; but because I ask to go to the bathroom so much and am so sheepish about it. They like to tease and torture and humiliate me at any chance.

and finally, the ugly duckling herself:


[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/JackEoH/horseshadower.jpg[IMG]

-I am not going to have wrinkles without stories.

I wrote that on my hand today at work when it randomly came to me, and then came home and wrote it in permanant marker on my mirror, which also has the name "ben," and a smiley face written in the dust. Never noticed that--cute.




**I sometimes miss my old life. I'm having a great time right now, and have learned a lot about myself and others...but on some occasions I miss being domesticated and all the things that came with it. But right now, I am happy.

** The story about ben is that I didn't know him, showed up at his house, we went to the bar (I really rarely drink), I proceeded to become well intoxicated as did he, I threw up in my car, he helped me into the house, I took my shirt off, and I forget everything else until the next day when I woke up naked. I am noting this because I have NEVER EVER EVER done anything like that in my life. ever. it's a good story isn't it? Now apparently, and cutely enough, he is my "boyfriend."

** I think I am going to get a gun and learn how to shoot it.

** I also think that I might skip town soon.

**I see that none of those photos worked... I hate the way photos go onto suicidegirls. I'll fix this tomorrow.