things i love:
spats. yessss - i want some.
food (duh)
parties (duh again)
street drinking
victorian novels
ollie's bizarre obsession with traffic cones
travels
peacefulness
alleys & doing stuff in them
rain-sounds on glass
wearing new shoes out of the store
making fun of fake bitches
that car full of nerds i saw driving out of xerox hq yesterday
things i hate:
fake bitches
wearing cords in the rain
R & B
dudes who hit on me at the public library. at the LIBRARY. how lame. why yes, I do like to read! do you even know how? no? then quit trawling the stacks for hot literary girls.
blue cheese
removing the glue traps from under the counter with mice still struggling weakly on them. god that sucked. they were all cute and velvety, not evil-looking like the one on the trap package. one was SQUEAKING. i couldn't deal with doing more than one at a time, and i'm still traumatized. patrick has to do the rest.
tom waits
debt
neo-hippies
eating too much sugar
spats. yessss - i want some.
food (duh)
parties (duh again)
street drinking
victorian novels
ollie's bizarre obsession with traffic cones
travels
peacefulness
alleys & doing stuff in them
rain-sounds on glass
wearing new shoes out of the store
making fun of fake bitches
that car full of nerds i saw driving out of xerox hq yesterday
things i hate:
fake bitches
wearing cords in the rain
R & B
dudes who hit on me at the public library. at the LIBRARY. how lame. why yes, I do like to read! do you even know how? no? then quit trawling the stacks for hot literary girls.
blue cheese
removing the glue traps from under the counter with mice still struggling weakly on them. god that sucked. they were all cute and velvety, not evil-looking like the one on the trap package. one was SQUEAKING. i couldn't deal with doing more than one at a time, and i'm still traumatized. patrick has to do the rest.
tom waits
debt
neo-hippies
eating too much sugar
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I am sad I don't know that we can be friends anymore, you see I just love blue cheese, in fact I love all cheese, (I want to marry it and have it's kids) oh except for that soy shit.
Lucky I am fickle and will have forgotten all about your indiscretion by tomorrow pretty girl, so have a great weekend.
*edit due to crap grammar*
[Edited on Jun 17, 2005 10:57PM]