I'm getting tired of the monopoly Devian has on all the Courtney love. The fucked up part of it all, is these same women who treat their friends like pieces of shit that they only need for convenience, are the same bitches who would and will run crying to their friends when their man leaves them. That made me feel really alone... I got a ring from him for Christmas, and I got some awesome boots, a Pantera shirt, some cute pants, a little thing that shows my astrology sign, and best of all, he gave me his love!!!! Some silly little girl crying over some boy who couldn't give a damn. Surveys - A couple fun little survey things that I took. And then getting her to arrange a time with Lynn, so that I can tell her just with me and Tal there. If I give away all my money, as Ive done all through my life, then Im the one with a financial problem and my money isnt enough to solve everyones problem either. I knew I could always go to Scott with any kind of problem and he'd help me - even if it was just to listen to me bitch and whine. But BC was such good friends with my brother, CM and so he was always at our house. The next day I was supposed to drive up to Wyoming with a couple of my friends who were also her friends so that we could purchase Clove Cigarettes, a product not sold in the great state of Utah. If I were to hook up with Eve, hed be perfectly fine with that.

I'm going to do so well. Oh wow, i'd get into the personal stuff, but my room mates are going to bed now. I asked him if he was going to get our anniversary off. More importantly how am i going to hide my giggles. I told him I felt like I was going to snap and he said he felt the same way. I'm having trouble deciding how I felt about this book. I'm just going to shake it off. On one hand, Dan has a point: Why kill a beautiful living thing just to use it as a decoration in your living room for two or three weeks? The war-like thing going on between the two Vancouver Island TV stations right is hilarious. I am dressed to the friggin' nines today. Looks like I beat you to the punch on the stalking thing. Talking of taking my breath away, I seem to be having the worst time catching my breath lately. Hey I am having a bonfire at my house friday and i wanted to see if you wanted to come. I've never come here and left you something funny to read. I left you a password in your notes!

A weekend of wonderful food, a comfy bed, hot showers and incredible generosity later, we're packing the bikes again, ready to board a ferry to Port Hardy, Vancouver Island, tomorrow. It was her 21st birthday, and a bunch of the gang was there celebrating. It was so believable and is probably my favorite movie of the semester. Who is your favorite writer? What is your favorite memory? Where is your favorite place to have sex? What is your favorite thing to use when you masturbate? What is your favorite song? What is your favorite Band? What is your favorite time of the day and why? What is your favortie smell? Geez, felt like i had too many friends and not enuff time for social life at one stage. IF that were true, Id pretty much take the crown as one of the most vain bastards on the face of the earth and all of my friends should hate me.

So maybe Ill have a photo or two of my baby shower to post here at some point. At college I really don't have any close friends, for those I did either left or changed so much that it has become hard to support. I thank god everyday for the people I choose to call friends. Haven't you ever had FRIENDS?

The curry was smooth and not overpowering, the stir fry was flavorful in a rich sauce, the pad thai balanced peanut oils with the lemony sharpness perfectly. We did some random stuff, and they kept sending us messages across the computer system. They gave me two choices, and I wound up taking the one in Wagner. I told Betty that I had just been hit over the back of the head by this man, and he, obviously, wanted to get through, so I had to see what he wanted. And I do take comfort in the knowledge that I did get to talk to him last friday and that he KNEW I was thinking about him. We live in a cynical world, and in order to change that we have to step up and question the way things are perceived; however, the curse being, that you must constantly defend yourself when you challenge people. I let the world wash over me, and just accept whats being done to me. Search the body and theirs no hole.... I die every night, i wake up reanimated, and sometime during the day my mind's refreshed into what i used to know and maybe i'll look back, and a smile will be forced from my face of what could be a horrible life but is kept together with a strong will... I feel, so, so whats the word... ah yes annoyed with people who think that i am something that i'm not when i barely even know them. I can honestly say that the United States has gone down the shitter and we need a damn good plumber to unclog this pipe.... I love the fact that I found a job where I am appreciated for the hard worker that I am and not just slapped around like some kind of idiot or something. How would that introduction go, eh?

But Christ, let people be. Could one milkshake be that powerful, as to bring all the boys to the yard? I mean its mildly offensive humor that might be more offensive then humorous. I think that you might have to be a diaryland user to leave a note, so we'll have to keep our guestbooks for the non-diaryland peeps. I feel for you and your friends although there is no way that I have any idea what it's like to be in that scenario. So is this what Im supposed to be learning? There is just a misconception about drugs that affect your mental state, and plenty of preconceptions about the people who take them. I mean... the part of me which is writing this, which at this moment is standing back and looking at my life like it was someone elses... considering whats causing me to feel alone... well... ironic isnt it? She also does any pics that are, as she says, reasonable, for free if you are not a part of Horseland.

He thought so as long as he lived with us. Just thought you'd like to know that. Softly, sweetly, a scent so faint that I thought I was hallucinating rose from the seam. I thought of her in her pajamas, and in her work clothes, and in this outfit or that, sometimes with her hair done, sometimes in curlers. Her hair was dark brown, too, so its an old memory, as she started going lighter and lighter when she started working, until finally she was a blonde when she passed away. In the seventh grade, she was so cool. He pasted away from brain cancer at the tail end of my seventh grade academic year. I remembered that he was in my 6th grade class.

Dead lives skitter across pavement. I am relieved that Wheel and I have our faithful steeds back and perhaps somehow might manage to be more mobile... There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes that live in high-rises, diving out the windows. Johns studio was a co-op venture, jointly owned by John and three of his roommates. Is it that Jess and I were based on being in constant close proximity, while S.

Real Life is a different story. She was driving and I decided to give her a little show, pulling my cock out of my jeans and stroking it while I talked about seeing her with another woman, or about sharing her with another guy, and teased her about feeling a tongue in her puss and one in her ass at the same time. I talked about sucking cock while I stuck mine deep inside her ass. I believe I've talked about this one before. And honestly, I am getting so many rejections just flying my way from various different things that my self-esteem has taken a major hit. Other than that, this day? When I got home from work that night I went straight to bed and slept for about 4 hours and then woke up again feeling worse. I was strong when I decided to find my father, moving away from everyone and everything I knew and cared about. Yesterday at about 2 p. m., I get a call from one of the gals in the big office. As part of calming Tweaky Guy down, Big Mama conciliatorily reaches over as the argument dwindles and starts popping the zits of her Kraft-headed paramour, squeezing and pinching and yes, there is blood and zit-juice, which she dabs off with her forefinger and wipes on the shoulder of his shirt. Yesterday on the way home I sat behind two individuals who completely and truly grossed me out on every level. The couple is having a loud argument/discussion of some sort. Anyone who has been reading this webpage for a while knows that I am a dedicated observer of human quirks and oddities, particularly the collection of human quirks and oddities that rides Chicago public transit.

Because of that noise in the class it was pretty hard to concentrate. You write that your parent's divorce has added to the person you are. The way I understand it, you have made amends to all who saw the e-mail... So anyways, i'll tell you what happens all the time that makes me hate the pop. I was going to tell you about the The Back Facial..... which was soooo incredible you just can't believe it....... but I'm going have to save that for later. I can't keep going under. But if things aren't right, if he puts this company first that's treated him like ass, am I going to want him?