How do I substantiate, in the process of that which is impalpable? How do you know?: I just do. Do you think the gay nation is moral-less? Other than that, I think a little variety is good. It's been awhile since I wrote one, but what do you think of the Misadventures of Monty & Dexter? Think about the movies Truman and The Running man when you think about this question. I don't think that I can fully describe in words my thoughts and feelings about how bad I feel as a person that I am not out with her right now............... just like Avril says... Wed drink Mountain Dew and watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and think that Honda Civics should be modified so that theyre almost as sporty as a stock Integra.

I'm allergic to soap, but if you mean the shows, then prolly Mary's Place.... lol, half of you don't even know what that is. What happens if you are in a relationship with someone who is the absolute best in bed, however, you have come to realize that you dont like them anymore? What happens if you absolutly love someone to death, you are so in love with them, yet they are horrible in bed? As for red cars, they can be pretty, but I saw a report in high school about how red cars are more frequently involved in accidents than any other color.... there was some kind of psychological tie-in to the color of blood. I am so in love with my hair.

My friend makes wacked out iced tea- like you know with real tea- she cheats a bit because one of the secret ingredients is iced tea powder- but now i let out a secret on the internet- and you know where that gets me... I want to go because I feel like dancing. Maybe it's because she always has this scouring look on her face like she's constipated or something. Any typos are there because I cant be arsed to change them, and because im typing pretty fucking fast, not because i cant spell. I guess those blue Squeeze-Its have more power than Coca Cola because I've been more awake tonight than I have been in several evenings. Im sorry Ive been slack in my updating. I did accomplish a lot that I couldn't have finished if he was here today, though, so I guess that may've been a good thing. You will watch us because we own your ass over and over, even if Floyd probably did win. That or they threw their unique sound in a dustbin in Manchester for some hobo to eat. They said this would probably be the last day he has his eyes open. We did some random stuff, and they kept sending us messages across the computer system. MILLER, who actually taught my HIS 102 class last semester, and he was the last class I had last time, and the first class this time.

Gag, tomorrow is Drama. When Thom Yorke is whining about some wolf that is threatening to take his children, he is admitting to his audience that he is terrified of greed making him a bad father or even a terrible artist. I have seen it rise up on its hind legs and leap at a cat that got too inquisitive. Of course, I am very very careful never to pout about something that I cherish, I just cart it off to the bedroom and hide it away. I think I got scared someone would think I was a phyco depressed maniac and report me to the counselors, so I threw it away. Like I said the layout says to have hope no matter what, and that's what keeps us going. Have I ever mentioned that I have the greatest father in the entire space-time continuum? Dallas is the more sensible husband, the one that makes soup for you when you're sick. I've been realizing more and more that you people out there who read my blog..... most of whom I've never met...... have a better idea of where I am at any given moment, than my parents do. There is a reason for this, and sorry to my animal rights people. I only have to clean the bathroom, do some laundoctor and work with my doggie.

This was SHERWIN. And as I openly feel sorry for my sorry ass self I am thinking about deleting this entire entry. Your in a relationship of 5 years and your mate cheats on you. God bless you, you are an awesome writer, you always speak from your heart and that's what makes your diary so meaningful. Two Thursdays ago, before I left on my trip, I went to a show at the Ottobar that Id been looking forward to for quite some time. When the show was originally announced, Deerhoof had top billing, which made sense to me, since theyre a touring band from out of town and have gotten national press. After GB destroyed, Deerhoof came out and did their thing. But then the e-mail announcement from the promotor, MissionMedia, gave Big In Japan top billing, which I thought was odd, since theyre local. I've wanted a friend from the Rana genus since I was maybe 9 years old. Not that I'm belittling anybody's experiences with the evils of humanity and the escape of blood against a razor blade, but dude.

The worst gift is the one I don't get. The one bright point is that these countries like Americans as people. But don't waste your breath telling that to the leaders of my party today. God forbid that I'm the type of woman a man would want to really get to know, take out, and maybe, just maybe, start to love or something like that?!?! Cause I really dont want to hear about love. I mean the whole point of this is - I can't see whats going to happen next.. and that scares me, I press my lips onto this mirror we call life and blow till my cheeks expand but I go nowhere, and neither does my breath. That scares me to no end. And I dont know how Im going to get out of this Lynn situation. I do not know where my life is going. I'm sorry, I know that I love her and that I'm glad to see her, that I was excited for her to get here. I asked her to go. At that point, he asked her if she wanted him to give it to her or if she wanted to take it herself. I don't have any desire to destroy him like that; I don't hate anybody in this world. It is their fault that Im like this. I know this sounds corny, but I feel like all this happened for a reason.

The tiny bit of land that you can see in the top left is the northern edge of San Francisco. Little alcoves have been built where you can sit and listen to the sounds..... and the sound can be quite amazing, depending on the waves. It was quite paradoxal, and it was all REMs fault. How could I have been so blind? We got three and a half service hours so that was awesome. My brochure took me 6 hours to do the other night. And it usually worked... except when I was a teenager trying to look cool for the photobooth camera. Last night, I mentioned in my last post, we rented Queen of the Damned, based on the Anne Rice book of the same name.

Well, it's like 11! At the time, sales were down and Chander was spending money like a drunken sailor on new equipment and other things. Like guys that like to draw and stuff usually have ink and stuff on their hands. I do feel like shooting the shit with him cause we usually do.

Dad is whistling happily in the greenhouse and ploughing on with a succession of projects that I secretly think are designed to steal DIY Guy's crown from him. What do you think about the layout of this diary? They arrived together, drank whiskey together, were at many points in the evening so very obviously snarking about the scene to each other, and it was fun to watch. When in times of great struggle we should band together and become one.

Good one, New York Times! Its good for him, Mother said. Well, folks, I'm sorry it took a while to gather up my thoughts, I was speechless for a while. I was like, well, what if I don't want him back? I paid $4000 for the thing, but I don't know what it's blue book is. I don't know what's going to happen.. I don't know she's going to like me when she comes back.. So i was like 'you owe me' and he asked me what i wanted. One guy here at work described me as looking like Jim Carey in that one Ace Ventura movie where he's dressed as a ballerina in the mental institue. Of course, I'm dressed like a crazy ballerina. Secondly, these things hold odor like a sponge holds water. Like, months ago, once I calmed down enough to realize that I didn't actually want to get Sarah back, I knew that I could never be with her again, because I could never feel confident that I knew how she felt. I have tried to maintain my pride by remembering that I didn't scream quite as loud as Elizabeth did. I'm glad I can say that I don't like your religion. Why can't I be the real, deep, creative person I used to be?