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dear jails in the area, please stop losing people/gaining Gitmo people. thanks. -Kate |
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1. Your Middle Name: 2. Age: 3. Single or Taken: 4. Favorite Movie: 5. Favorite Song or Album: 6. Favorite Band/Artist: 7. Dirty or Clean: 8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: 9. Do we know each other outside of LJ? 10. What's your philosophy on life? 11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? 12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? 13. What is your favorite memory of us? 14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure? 15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: 16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they? 17. Can we get together and make a cake? 18. Which country is your spiritual home? 19. What is your big weakness? 20. Do you think I'm a good person? 21. What was your best/favorite subject at school? 22. Describe your accent: 23. If you could change anything about me, would you? 24. What do you wear to sleep? 25. Trousers or skirts? 26. Cigarettes or alcohol? 27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!) 28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? |
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I was driving home today, and my car started lurching. it worries me. but my brother said to try this Jeep key turning trick to get the code? harumph. but I need to get up, shower, and dress like Daria. I don't even really want to go out, ugh. I'd rather go to bed. I am an exciting individual. |
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Don't Argue With The Gay Flight AttendantMy flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super." On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground." She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one." To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch." |
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today, I: -got a talent fee check (I love commission!!) -did okay on my midterm (I hope, I find out soon enough) -got to play with a mannequin (I love my station) -got out of class an hour early -and just enjoyed a bagel and a cup of coffee before I... -film for the cooking show tonight life is good :) |
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I am looking at camping supplies online with JD and it makes me want to camp so effing bad. the little kitchen stands, awesome tents...all the totally unnecessary stuff. ugh Cabela's has fish breading. and JD knows how to filet a fish we'd catch. basically we're going camping in a few weekends (hopefully with Brekke and Mark) and I am excited. which amounts to me needing a nice pair of boots, especially if we move to Portland. if we live out there, we'll be out for a week at a time hopefully. so it just makes sense. :D I love camping. |
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for some reason I can't stop listening to Paparazzi and Sweet Dreams (the Beyonce one). wtf is with me |
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I also forgot to write how I served 2 comm professors cosmos from a flower pot. and one professor took a picture of the other professor holding 3 drinks. life is good. |
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dear Matt Skiba, please refrain from doing more songs with Jeffree Star. especially one called "Louis Vuitton Body Bag." please cash in all street cred at the door on your way out. D: |
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I've never sat down and watched Veggie Tales, but it's pretty funny. a cucumber is trying to get a piano up a flight of stairs, and it's like a silent movie. so whenever anyone says anything, it goes to the little silent movie screen and these little tomatillos go (in French accents) "THE PIANO...MUST...GO UP!" they have little hats and moustaches and everything. this is awesome. |
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now my journal has a different name. I need another YouTube video to put my feelings into words. this is obviously it. |
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Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse. Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?! |
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THE LAYOUT CHANGED WTF now: harumph |
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know anyone in radio broadcasting? invite that shit. stories about creeps, questions, things like that. |
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to do today. -continue to clean -hopefully rearrange the room (I want toooo) -shower -make pasta for dinner -make brownies for dinner -om nom nom nom! artichoke hearts are so good. -dinner at Brekke and Mark's! I should probably get off my ass, if that's the case. I also bought 30 hangars at Wal Mart. go me! |
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today I should.. -buy soup and toilet paper at walmart (or freedom across the street...) -start my effing paper -ughh. -call Jo and see if she's doing anything for the 4th (because, knowing my luck, going to a party would end in disaster and tickets). but for now it's Say Yes To The Dress and my laptop. |
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so this is my weekend. -sick still, but I can at least breathe through my nose -everyone is going out and getting drunk for the 4th, but knowing my luck it would get busted and I would get a ticket 2 days before my birthday. that'd be wonderful. at least it's my birthday and I'm going out Sunday night. so that's my life. exciting, huh. |
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