lauantaina, tammikuuta 26, 2002

Josh: a guy comes from your shop and gives you a handjob??
kilt wearing irishman: i forgot who was pitching. The blonde: thats ok, i'll pitch, you catch.
nancy, no fair editing your blog. and where are you? i'm lonely. guess i'll go lay on the couch and watch the backs of guys playing games. . .fun.

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torstaina, tammikuuta 24, 2002

brrrrrrrrrrrrrr. damm if i'm not freezing again. should move south. who wants to go with me? i f*ckin hate bein cold, and i swear i'm that way 9 months outta the year. ick.
nancy, you should never plan. it guarantees it will all be futzed up. ask the blonde, this is one of his big theories, along with the time travel and disappearing items. see, you planned to be out tonight, and last i heard you were still gonna be at home. tho its nearly 10 and you arent about.so maybe you got lucky? (smiles) speakin of which, i'll tell you about my morning tomorrow. (hehe)
SWOON!

tiistaina, tammikuuta 22, 2002

not even death warmed over today--more like death in the back of the refrigerator with green fuzz on it.

maanantaina, tammikuuta 21, 2002

well, theres nothing like eating plain oatmeal made with water, with no milk, butter or sugar to prove to yourself that its the munchies and youre not really hungry. i refuse to outgrow my levis and angel jeans. so i have to work on this bit of 30 year old flab that has appeared round me gut. last summer i had to diet to get into my shorts, i dont wanna have to do it again. hence the plain oatmeal. ick. gettin hair cut tomorrow, as is boy. we wont look like shaggy dogs quite so badly. thats bout it for today--i feel like crap. blech.
I introduced a new friend to my blog last night. she was amazed that i swear. and by lookin at this last batch of posts, i was amazed at the amount i did. interesting. anyway, HELLO VENUS! and hi to all you old timers too. ..

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