Archive for December, 2001
“I’ve Been A Bad, Bad Girl…”
Friday, December 7th, 2001“I fart in your general direction! Go away, or I will taunt you a second time! Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!!”That about sums up my feelings toward the unsolicited diary critics.
You get a Bozo button if you know what movie that quote was from.
I’ll probably stick with […]
Save Me From The Snot People.
Thursday, December 6th, 2001I have just returned from HMO purgatory.There’s nothing worse than being stuck in the allergy and asthma waiting room for an hour and a half. There are forty or fifty people jam-packed into a tiny, musty little room, and they are all sick. They’re not oh-you-poor-dear feverishly sick, either; but gross, snot-dripping sick. […]
Come Sail Away With Me (you guys).
Thursday, December 6th, 2001Yee-ha. It’s karaoke night.I haven’t karaoked in a very, very long time; but tonight, D., my dad, and my dad’s girlfriend(whom I have never met and is probably my age) are going to go sing our little larynxes out. I can’t wait.
Possible song choices(One must take their karaoke experience very seriously):Fallin’ by Alicia […]
Library Reminiscing.
Thursday, December 6th, 2001My hair has turned out rad, if I do say so myself. I was a little wary about the Herbal Essences dye, since those women on the commercials having scary fake orgasms in elevators tend to scare me. I don’t think anyone should be having elevator orgasms involving more than two people. […]
Pull-Ups, Hair dye, and Tree Insanity.
Wednesday, December 5th, 2001Wow. A truly amazing and monumentous event has occurred.I slept from 2AM until 10AM. That would be 8 hours of sleep on a weekday.
I hardly know what to think.
J. was happy, though, because it gave him the opportunity to get out of his wet Pull-Up and get dressed before I woke up. […]
Creepy Crawlies.
Tuesday, December 4th, 2001I hate logging onto Diaryland, checking my buddy list, and finding that no one has updated since I’ve last been on. Not only does it beautifully illustrate the fact that I have absolutely no life, it also brings me to the realization that I too should remove my face from the computer and do […]
Potty Nazi.
Tuesday, December 4th, 2001I’m bored and I can’t sleep. That should be the title of every entry after 10 PM - “I’m Bored, And I Can’t Sleep”. The title of every entry before 10 PM should be, “I Am Bored, and I Am Hoping Someone Will Sign My Guestbook, Because It Will Validate My Existence In […]
Quiz III.
Monday, December 3rd, 2001OK, OK, One more quiz, which I stole from Miss Macabre, because it’s actually a good, non-junior-high-ish one.The Infamous Proust Questionnaire
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Apathy. I’m talking the kind of apathy that can look at a suffering human being with no slight twinge of pain or empathy.
What natural gift […]
High School Notes.
Monday, December 3rd, 2001OK, I’m done with the quizzes. At least until some junior high kid sends Uncle Bob another one.I’ve been on the damn computer all day. This is my fourth entry in the past twenty-four hours, which should qualify me for some sort of No Life medal. I got no sleep to speak of […]
Quiz II
Monday, December 3rd, 2001Uncle Bob is just killing me today with these damn quizzes.Must…answer…questions…self-involvement…is….good….
1.)How often do you cry?
I don’t cry a whole hell of a lot, since I am emotionally constipated. I have broken bones and not let out a whimper. However, the past few weeks, I’ve cried at least once a week.
2.)What makes you cry most […]
