suffocate me all you need
i'm listening to all the bands that i used to listen to,
- sdre, i hate myself . . . ya know, all that good shit.
and fuckin' a! how depressed was i to listen to that?
answer = pretty damn depressed.
that's when all the boys in my life were shit.
and when i listen to the aforementioned bands and i think of
all those "other" boys and i don't need to.
i'm quite content with the one i have.
so i guess the musical era that once ruled my life shall be gone.
moment of silence.
talk about a fatty.
i lost quite a bit of weight a few years back.
then i got an office-sit-on-my-ass-all-day job.
and i fell in love.
sooo . . . i've gained about half of it back.
WHAT A FATTY.
mark my words.
i will lose these wretched pounds.
[just like you tim!]
you skinny bitches have no idea how lucky you are.
i'm going to be an aunt.
i hate spring break.
it's the time when i have the
most homework to do.
can't wait till december.
Current Mood: dead.
I've joined the ranks of the privaleged.
I, now too, have a song named after me.
The band - My Chemical Romance.
Not the greatest kids alive, but it'll do.
Me and Cam are going to KC tonight for our late
Valentine's Day get-a-way, stay in a hotel
room and go to dinner at the Melting Pot - this is a
fondue restaurant and I'm hella excited! Then
we're going to one of the Midwest's biggest bridal shows.
Current Mood: crazy
my life sucks for several reasons right now:
1. International Management
2. Professional Selling
4. Production and Operations Management
5. Labor Economics
someone cut a fetus out of its dead mother?!?!?!
what the hell.
and it all happened less than an hour
away from me. good god.
i was going to rant and rave about how
it was shit that manny ramirez won MVP . . .
but i just watched him speak spanish.
now my heart forgives him.
THEN AGAIN - looking at the stats, i got three words fo ya'll:
JOHNNY DAMON MUTHAFUCKA!
ok. so i know i haven't posted in forever.
and it's a pretty shitty deal that the first one
i make in a few months will have RANT all over it.
if you vote, great.
but i am so sick of people - MY GENERATION of people -
telling me that they don't like kerry, but they'll
vote for him just because they dislike bush more.
you people are IGNORANT . . . if that is what you base your
vote on, you don't deserve to vote.
now, i'm not saying that i'm a raging republican, and that i'm voting for bush,
but what i am saying is that if i hear one more person tell me they're going
to vote for kerry because "bush made us go to war" or because
michael moore is "funny" i'm going to seriously go apeshit.
DO RESEARCH. like john kerry is so famous for saying, "i have a plan" [but how
he profusely declines to inform us] go to johnkerry.com - or, if bush is your man,
cruise onto one of those "internets" and look him up, too. or what the hell, go nader!
something this serious shouldn't be a popularity contest. know your facts.
sorry for the PA, but the american people take their rights and shit all over them
before you go and get your panties
in a wedge, the proposal wasn't anything
over-the-top extravagant. BUT. it was
perfect . . . it just fit him.
so i've been wanting a pink backpack
(i'm on a pink kick for some hellish reason)
and some Nike Shox for such a longggg time.
saturday night, we had planned on staying the night
together to celebrate our anniversary.
so i walked into the room and saw my pink backpack
sitting on the couch. so i went over to pick it up, and
when i did, i noticed it was heavy and had something in it.
so i opened it up and saw the shoe box with my Shox in it.
then he said, "c'mon, let's try 'em on." so he put my first
shoe on and asked how it felt, i said fine, and then he started
to put my other shoe on. but when he tried to, i felt
something in the toe, and i thought it was just the standard
cardboard and paper shoes are usually stuffed with. so he looked
in the shoe, and that's when he pulled out the ring.
eventually, after laughing for roughly 5 minutes, i said yes.
then we preceded to call family and friends.
good night, good night.
Current Mood: good