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Just me and my iPod.
Alex informed me that I have a large nose in that picture.
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Chris told me no one reads my xanga.
In other news, Kevin and I went on a nice little outing today. (And spent a nice little amount of dollars.) We will probably be living under a bridge with fellow hobo's in the near future. I fear I will have to aquire a fancy for "po'k beans" and "40's" all while trying to get used to my stained flannel shirt and fingerless gloves. Cruel world... |
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Well, I don't think words can describe how funny that plate is. So, I just wont say any. |
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| Well as you can tell, I changed my profile picture back.
Can't beat a picture of yourself looking like a crack whore...
Alex won't let me talk to him about my pooping cycle. I don't understand that boy.
Anyway, I am not so excited about the new year... I always end up writing the previous year on all my school papers. And that always leads to sarcastic teacher remarks.
"2005? Oh my goodness! You simple simple child."
Every year... But at least it isnt as bad as forgetting its Friday. You never live that one down. |
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| I really hate golden retrievers. They are like the old ladies of the dog world.
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| My mother does not agree with my dream to become a famous belly dancer. She scoffed loudly when I requested $7.89 cents to purchase a digital video disk (DVD- for you kids that are with the times...) to instruct and guide me.
She'll be jealous... Oh she'll be jealous.
While in my mothers sport-utility vehicle, we saw the Asian boy who lives up the street. She was quick to tell me that he had recently become "of age for driving". As we maneuvered past the fellow, he wildly grinned at me. So much so, that he almost fell of of his ten speed bicycle.
I was frightened yet intrigued. I contemplated using my own bicycle to catch up to him for a friendly conversation, but then I realized I have a "Kevin".
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