It’s a collection of figurines that are up for like, sale, called “Forever in Blue Jeans”. Who would collect this? This is insane.
And they were all, Hey! Let’s put Magic Johnson in a commercial! So everyone can associate our refrigerators and couches with AIDS!
So I might go to a different titty bar to waitress (walked out on other place last Sunday). Because not learning from my mistakes is my favorite. I’m not entirely sure I’m even going to take a third job anymore. Maybe bank teller. Any ideas? *sigh* I know you guys are gonna be dicks, lol. Don’t disappoint me. :)
Hi yes I routinely look at my naked ass in the mirror. YOU DO IT, TOO, so hush your face. The accident scene was such a blur and the EMT’s did several things to me with gauze and liquids, but I did not recall anyone aiding my ass with band. Took me a while, but I finally remembered that the fucking bitch doctor wouldn’t give me painkillers, and instead told a nurse to put some pseudo-strong ibuprofen into my glute. MYSTERY SOLVED.
[EDIT: She eventually gave me the painkillers after I threw a shitfit.]
Should people who currently major in Women’s Studies be shot?
(JUST KIDDING, okay)
Did Matthew Broderick cheat on Sar Jess Park?
Cool:
Not Cool:
Will I ever take my Christmas Tree down? 5/7/2009: Still up.
Did I just commission someone to custom-make me these shoes? Should I be shot?
When she does the whole, “Just sit back, and relax, and let us get you informed here, that’s our job, ok?”
I get a little warm inside.
Oh yeah, and titty slip:
Soon, twat sprinkles! I’m grading like bananas right now >:o
As in, will they make other people’s genitalia afraid of me?
Well I do not care. THEY WILL BE MINE. I am so super-cereal. I just don’t know what to wear them with. A really shiny trash bag?
J. K.’s. I’ll find something. Unrelatedily, I’ve decided to start chronicling all food items that enter my mouth each day. There’s a page for it here at .What.I.Ate.Today., and it’s linked to on the sidebar.
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I have. 
Not pretty.
I came home the other day to find that a small Vietnamese lady had entered and posted this on my fridge:
That’s right. It says, “Ang, this is how your’s huose.” To be fair, my mom was raised in a willage in Vietnam where they did not teach the children English. That is not the point. I certainly couldn’t say that in Vietnamese. Also, I rent my house from her => she has a key. Imagine if your mom had a key to your place. Nothing good can come of that.
Anyway, she took the time to get the scissors, pen a message, and arrange it on my fridge. I wonder what I will be like at her age. At least she’s amusing herself?
