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(Tuesday, September 28, 2004-)
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who names their kid Rocko?
drug-addicts, that's who.
god. he needs to become somewhat normal.. maybe then he would be considered "totally strange". if he comes up to me one more time, i'm gonna say something i'll probably end up regretting.

yeah, that Becket was a great guy.

i'm really stressed out.

all i need is to sleep, and i can't even do that.

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(Saturday, September 25, 2004-)
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today will be lovely.

first.. i have time to spend with my love, Mikey. i need to go pick up a birthday present for "_____" (name needs to remain secret for obvious reasons).

my throat kills this morning. i don't know why.. but i think i'm starting to get sick. :-(
it's the last thing i need.

i wish people would come up to my face and tell me stuff. it would make me laugh.
"nosy bitch"

i had a GREAT DREAM last night!! i was beating up some girl that has been giving me problems lately (ask and i'll tell :-P ). she and some other girl started to get really angry with me and i ended up zapping them with my magic potion......boom!
away they disappeared!
i love that.
i need one.
seriously

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(Friday, September 24, 2004-)
+4:44 PM]*

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"lata" is for ghetto girls.
you live in Hanover Park.
you're white.
extremely.
white.

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+3:53 PM]*

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my fucking browser is broken! how the hell does that happen? what the heck is a syntax?!?

gah.

today is just not a lovely day.

on other topics, i'm too nice of a person. i cannot stay mad at a person for anything. i try to ignore.. ignore.. ignore. i can't. i feel too guilty.

Mike didn't go to work today. my uncle called the house and said that if he didn't come in, he would be fired. i hope he isn't fired.

everybody has been fainting lately. i hope i'm not next.. because i pity the person that'll help me get up. :-P

APPLE PICKING ROCKS

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(Monday, September 20, 2004-)
+3:40 PM]*

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people need to grow up.
mature.
grow older mentally.
life is toooo short.
gah.

i'm ok now.
i love Melissa. and lots of other people.
but especially Melissa.

working @ Steak N Shake tonizzle until 9 (?)
come see me. pleease. SOMEONE!

i also love Mikey. so tremendously so!

i love you. also. so much.
i wish someone would talk ta me..
write me an email. i want to know you.
stellar_luv_@hotmail.com
^^^^^^^
that's me.
indeed.
:kiss:

btw.. i'm a nosy bitch.
heh.

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(Sunday, September 19, 2004-)
+5:13 PM]*

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Black Momma's Nipple Suprise
once you go black, you'll never go back!!
1 box Pillsbury Devil's Food cake mix
1 bag Pillsbury SnackBatch peanut butter cookie mix
2 cups (or so) of water
1/2 cup of veggie oil
3 eggs
1 tblspoon of margarine
**secret ingredient**
m & m (the "girl" one)
a generous amount of marshmallow fluff
a pan.. to bake in
lots of sexiiiness to add in (sorry, can't borrow Mike.. TAKEN!)

whatcha gotta do first is mix everything together. preheat oven to 372 degrees.
put mix in the pan.
top it all off with "the momma's nipple".
eat and enjoy.
we know you will.
hah.
sick.

(it's actually really good.)

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(Saturday, September 18, 2004-)
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i'd like to discuss one thing this morning, i think..

people need to fucking slow down and just relax. i know a couple girls who are real bitches and who seriously need to check themselves.. some of them look older than their moms. we're sooo young, yet some of them look fucking in their late __s because of the horrible frown lines. that isn't attractive. bitterness isn't attractive, and neither is bitchiness.
i'm a pretty nice person. i enjoy seeing people happy, and one thing i hate is when someone disrespects me to the point where i just want to punch them. YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SUCH A BITCH ALL THE TIME. i plan to make my feelings known the next time it happens.
maybe she just needs to get kissed.
or she needs to get her undies out of her fucking ass.
mm. butt-floss.
you're hot.
hah.

oh yeah. and if you are wearing a thong, nobody sane and non-perverted wants to see your fucking themed thongs hanging out of your ass. it's just kinda gross.
hm. not just kinda.
really gross.
so stop.

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(Wednesday, September 15, 2004-)
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i'm tired today.

i got the loveliest boquet of flowers ever yesterday!! pink carnations, baby's breath and just a bit of green ferns!! it's so beautiful! it is sitting on my dresser..
needless to say, i love flowers. they make me feel great about myself, like I'M deserving such a breath-taking present. i can never get sick of flowers. i need more flowers. if i had a ton of money to spare, i'd buy myself lots of flowers..

Ally's favorite game show/reality show is Survivor, although she thinks all game shows are stupid. The last movie she saw was Ella Enchanted. She likes chocolate ice cream. mm.
I learned a little about Ally today. :-D

i like the little group of friends i have. Ally, Vai.. Alyssa. great people. Chris, Deanna, and Erin are awesome. *sigh* we need to hang out more.

Poem for Stupid White Girls Who Act Latino
roses are red.
violets are blue.
sugar is white.
and so are you!

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(Monday, September 13, 2004-)
+8:36 PM]*

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i almost swallowed another acryllic ball on my tongue ring.
damnit!
i have... NO homework.
:-)

i'm lonely.
*sigh*

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+8:30 PM]*

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calling all scholarships... please find Mike and i. please.

i can fill any description.. except for greek. :-P

love me.
::kiss::

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(Sunday, September 12, 2004-)
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good morning.

i woke up early today because i have to go take a shower and go to work bright and early today. er.. not too early (11). let's see. right now, i'll take the time to update on my soooo interesting life.

35 dollars has been made on belly button rings this weekend. it's not bad.. extra money is always good.

speaking of money, i would looove my paycheck. it is due to me, but ah well. it just means more money on the check. i need to get the Jeep up and running. the transfer case is goin' in again today, maybe.

here's a technical question that i might be able to have answered by some of the smarties in the crowd (i know minimal amounts, but the good thing about me is that i'm WILLING to learn). OK. we changed the transmission fluid sometime last week, and now whenever you gun the Jeep from the start, she dies. what gives? and to answer your questiton about gunning it, yeah. wasn't me. that was Mikey-pants.

i cleaned my room yesterday!! it looks so big now, i hate it! i like cleaning though. it's like starting new. . .

lately, i've been falling asleep really early. these last two days, Mike has been talking during my trip to sleep. for clarity's sake, he doesn't bore me. it's more along the lines of soothing. i fell asleep during a story i was telling last night.
i'm not a great talker, am i?

OH YEAH! at work on Thursday, my manager Holly talked to some lady thru the drive- thru window and the lady said i was the nicest drive- thru person she's come across. YES! BROWNIE POINT #2!!
Brownie point #1 was when i ran onion rings out to some guy's car. heh.

there was a block party on the next street over. there were cops and everything alllll over the place. it was nuts. my family didn't go due to the fact that.. uhm we forgot? nah. it's just not a very nice neighborhood. we have the http://www.neighborsfromhell.com.

9/11 yesterday. my brother Matt drew alllllll over the windows of the house, pictures of the trade center and the pentagon. i was symphatetic back in '01.. but right now, there has been bigger stuff effecting my life lately. that was horrible for some people. why doesn't everyone take a day in rememberance for every girl who was raped and murdered? street related deaths? cold-blooded murders? car crashes? it's a pretty private thing.

have a great day.. make it yours.

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(Saturday, September 11, 2004-)
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cold shower.

mm.
mmmm.

i need sleep. or something.
work tomorrow at 11.
ok.
ok?

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(Wednesday, September 08, 2004-)
+8:31 PM]*

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no work tonight; worked on Sassy Jeep tonight a bit.. before Mike broke my f-in' sander!!! GAH!

i love tonight.

i miss kisses.

call me, ok?

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(Tuesday, September 07, 2004-)
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work tonight. i want to stay home with Mike though. i feel overwhelmed.
why? let's see.

little sleep with mucho nightmares.
worry.
need for money.
needto get jeep movin'
school. fuckin' school bites.

service project coming up. what to do.. what to do?! i'll find something, i suppose. today is Tuesday. work will be slow, so come visit me, ok? PLEASE. someone. help me. i'll give you a Steak n Shake pencil. :-D

and maybe a discount.

ok, fine. maybe an extra straw or two.

i love you.

kiss me.

let's be random together.

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