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kids. i dont know about it. it disturbs me when friends have kids and i dont know about it. then i do know about it and it disturbs me more. its stupid how people think because youre getting close to the thirties that you should be popping out some kids. how can i have kids when i feel like i want to do other things? what if i want to do other things forever? like some people put a time limit on it. "i'll have kids before im 30." well fuck. im pretty close to thirty. what if i never want to spawn? i hate it. bill says that he wants to have more kids before hes 40. well hello. what if im 36 and still dont want kids but do when im 39. the door is closed. all im saying is that i want to do all that i want to do before i give up what i assume to be the existence of my being. it appears that children suck the life out of you.
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| the grass is always greener.... |
[16 Sep 2009|08:05pm] |
a few pros and cons of being a landscaper/grass cutter extrodinaire
pros-
killer shoulder/back/pec/calf muscles
working outside
cons-
working outside
bitchy old people
poison ivy
black boogers
a farmers tan
actually being able to classify as a true Redneck
sneezing constantly
the mower always breaking down
when you have a small frame and youre a girl, youre not allowed to do anything fun like use the heavy equipment
AND the number one con-
grass in your underwear, grass in your hair, grass in your bra, grass in your socks, grass in your shoes, grass in other unmentionable places
looking for another job!
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| dont have to live like a refugee |
[26 Jul 2006|07:18am] |
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im distraught. when i opened up the cosmo magazine AND the instyle magazine i was devastated to find that the new looks are skinny jeans, LEGGINGS (with an "oversized sweater"), high waisted pants, and bubble dresses. im pretty sure i used to wear skinny jeans and leggings with sweaters when i was 10. fashion makes me feel old and out of place.
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| laura + mexcio = sad |
[19 Jul 2006|07:16am] |
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i will be really sad when laura moves to mexico. i will also be sort of jealous. but more sad than jealous.
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[19 Apr 2006|07:41pm] |
birds look weird without arms.
i had a bad day.
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| vacation disaster |
[25 Mar 2006|08:33am] |
the first part wasnt so bad. when i got off the plane in boston the airport was giant. of course im a moron and didnt tell matt and peter my flight number plus i have no cell phone so i couldnt find them anywhere. i borrowed two peoples cell phones (and its a miracle that i remembered matts phone number) and called them. finally found them on the butt fucking other side of the airport. it felt like miles really. then we took a cab to the hotel which was really nice and went to eat at an irish pub called doyles. i met sams friends from vermont and matts friend sara (who is a riot) and her boyfriend. i got irish stew (pure deliciousness) and drank a lot of beer. then we took the T to the liquour store and watched old school.
the next day we went to the new england aquarium. it was FULL of children. dear god there were so many children. we watched a sea lion training session and it was a bust. there were a lot of penguins and i felt sorry for them. it would be really sad to live there with screaming children and camera flashes going on off in your face all the time. we watched an imax movie and i fell asleep. then me and peter took a nice walking tour of boston. we went to the financial district and quincy market and to the north end (i soooo want to live there) where there was a lot of italian restaurants and all the streets were cobblestone. saw paul reveres house and the uss constitution. my throat was itchy so we stopped and got carrot cake. and coffee. it was so cold that my chin was numb and i swear that it wasnt moving when i talked (peter said it was but i think he was just trying to make me feel better). i had a really fun time hanging out with peter. when we got back to the hotel we went to a restaurant and since it was st. pattys day i drank a pint of guiness. it was....not as bad as i imagined. then we were bar hopping in south boston. crazy things ensued. on the T on the way back there were a bunch of kids from another school having lots of school spirit. almost all of us being hokies we immediatley starting screaming 'lets go hokies' everyone in the station probably HATED us. when we actually got on the T it was practically a screaming war. those kids were funny.
saturday i was sick when i woke up and actually vaguely remember things about the day. we went to the museum of science and then i had a slice of pizza. i went to bed at 8 pm and had the absolute worst night of my life. i probably slept for 30 minutes at a time and mostly i thought i was actually dying. i cried a lot and tried to figure out if i was in enough pain to try to find a hospital at 3 am. i made it until morning and went to the airport with matt and peter at 11 am to beg my way onto a standby flight earlier in the day. i left at 12:30 and was at the baltimore airport until 4. my mom took me to the urgent care center in reston and they said it would be 3 hours before they could see me. i started bawling right there. somehow i made it those three hours and went back to the hospital and got iv'ed and pain med'ed and antibioticated. i was really sad that i only got to enjoy boston for a day and a half.
i want an entire outfit made of twizzlers.
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| youre open, im closed |
[18 Feb 2006|09:29am] |
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bill asked me what i wanted out of life and i feel disturbed that i dont know the answer to that.
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| did you know that when i was younger... |
[14 Feb 2006|07:04am] |
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my first crush was garth brooks my favorite chipmunk is simon i used to have curly hair i had the new kids on the block boardgame i liked to slide down stairs on my sleeping bag i read almost every single roald dahl book ever written i used to have a silk track suit when i was 8 i wanted to be a marine biologist i loved billy ray cyrus i owned a george michael cd i was a notre dame fan we had a cat named smoaddy blay i had a Little Mermaid cake i got punched by my little crushes sister when i was 8 i loved to play school i once tried to build a projection machine i had so many pairs of stirrup pants i liked beenie weenies i collected troll dolls i liked to do flips on my dads bed i loved to draw pictures of houses i had a pogo stick i liked to pretend that i was 16 i played pogs i made a secret club i was allergic to bees i was going to be best friends with my best friend forever i went to the skating rink a lot my dad used to take us to chuck e cheeses i had a birthday party at mcdonalds i always fought with my sister i loved classical music i took tap dance i played soccer i was a book worm i liked to do tricks on my roller blades i had cat scratch fever my first cd ever was garth brooks christmas cd my first cassette tape was the spindoctors i didnt like scrambled eggs when danny made them i used to think danny was so awesome i never wanted to drink or do drugs
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[16 Jan 2006|02:43am] |
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go to hell. i hate you.
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| objection! |
[15 Jan 2006|03:37pm] |
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after all the time i spend in court for work i decided that i want to be a lawyer. it seems really neat. i never actually get to see trials (rarely) and no one ever says 'i object' or 'overrulled' or 'sustained' and theres no long speeches to the jury (well there is no jury in criminal court) but it looks like an interesting job. it blows that you have to go to law school to be a lawyer and it sucks even more that you have to be elected to be a judge...i had no idea it was a public office before i worked at the animal shelter. i think i'd like to be a judge more than lawyer. i would be good at it.one time the magistrate told me that he gave someone a million dollar bond because the person threatened to kill the judge (and described in detail exactly how they'd do it too) so being a judge wouldnt be good in that situation but probably others. i wonder if paralegal is a fun job. my friend brandy is a paralegal. she got married. its weird.
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| canadian surprise |
[29 Dec 2005|06:51am] |
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its 6:30 am and two days before the new year and what better time is there to talk about the reasons jim carrey rocks? 1) hes very cute 2)hes fucking hilarious even when hes annoying 3)hes versatile 4)he has puppy dog eyes 5) he was like one of the only white people on in living color (so he MUST be great) 6)As a child, he used to wear his tap shoes to bed just in case his parents needed cheering up in the middle of the night 7) he actually was in earth girls are easy...one of the greatest movies about extra terrestrials of all time 8)he was engaged to renee zellweger 9) hes canadian 10) he made eternal sunshine of the spotless mind so great (especially that part where he says 'i shouldve stayed' which makes me want to cry almost every single time). 11) hes very cute.
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| fun with dick and jane |
[27 Dec 2005|03:41pm] |
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yesterday at the mall at bath and body works me and kim saw a woman who worked there. she was carrying a basket, had long blond curly hair, rosy cheeks and a badonkadonk. her ex boyfriend came in. we thought they were going to do it right there in bath and body works. sadly, we were mistaken. he hugged her (the kind of hug where only the shoulders touch and not any of the rest of the body) and her cheeks got more rosy. it was obvious something was amiss. little did we know that her exboyfriends new girlfriend was in the store as well. the new girlfriend was carrying a stuffed tiger (despite the fact that she was probably close to thirty years old) and was making her boyfriend sniff EVERYTHING. the girl with the basket kept shooting them glances. the new girlfriend had a particularly large face and was taller than the boyfriend. come to find out, the new girlfriend was actually a man. the boyfriend dumped the cute badonakdonk-afied basket girl for a man. a man who just happened to be basket girls ex boyfriend as well. what she didnt know was that they both dumped her because she had lint in her buttcrack and crusty panties. then the boyfriend and his man girlfriend actually had the nerve to ask basket girl to be the surrogate mother of their love child that neither of them can carry themselves. needless to say, she said no and just went along her merry way with her basket full of antibacterial soaps.
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| blasphemy! |
[14 Dec 2005|05:50pm] |
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my familys favorite catholic priest uncle apparently is making headlines . hes the sweetest old man and an awesome priest. my brother used to go stay with him in the rectory in leesburg when he was little and him and my brother just adored eachother. hes got red hair and when my sister was born (the only one in the family with red hair like his) he was so excited and was tilting her around in the light so he could see all the red. i was scared of him when i was little. i think it was actually because he had red hair. i remember hiding from him under the kitchen table and he was so nice that he never tried to make me like him. i just did eventually. its fucking amazing that he did something like this. probably everyone who knows him cant believe it. whats that saying about the people who are closest to you are the ones that amaze you most?
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| in a week or two |
[08 Dec 2005|06:55am] |
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rod stewart can suck my big one.
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| crazy is.... |
[04 Dec 2005|09:49pm] |
sometimes (usually while drinking) me and laura have deep conversations about the past. robin called earlier and i was so glad. whenever i talk to her its like having one on one combat with the past. i guess when youre not in school anymore you miss it terribly (maybe more than its worth missing) and laura was talking about friends at her school that she wasnt particulary close with but hung out with on a regular basis and how they'll probably never talk again. that is so fucking hard. except for me its how i miss robin and eric and kevin and me hanging out all the time. i think it actually started as me and robin and eric and then kevin got added on later. sometimes a huge damn wave of that shit hits me and reminds me how we'll never be us four again. its just me and robin left. i really do wonder if sometimes kevin and eric miss that too. i also wonder if its a coincidence that its just me and robin left or that the boys really didnt care at all in the first place. i probably dont want to know the answer to that in the long run. it seems hard to believe that to me (and robin too for the most part) that part of my life and those three were so important and all the times and all the years were something that could just get thrown in and gobbled up with the rest of their memories. who the hell knows where kevin is. me and robin guess he probably is married. he refuses to talk to us and last time we checked he thought we were immature college students. i wonder if he still thinks that and if he would even care or bother to know the people we are now. eric is...in northern virginia. i dont think he cares to know me or especially robin anymore either. its pretty sad. its not something i dwell on a lot (or i'd be more sad a lot) and i didnt really expect the four of us to be friends forever or something...i just figured there'd be something left after all that time. i'd like to think that maybe one day we'll all have our own separate lives and husbands and wives and children and jobs and worlds and we'll meet up again and be normal with eachother.
wow. that was an incredible sappy and crazy long paragraph.
anyway.
woody is in jail. hes the sweetest person i have ever known and no kidding hes such a great person with a really good heart and the poor thing is in jail. for violating probation. i want to cry whenever i think about him sitting in a cell. his mom called and told me that orange isnt his color. i didnt like that joke.
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