July 31, 2004
giant spaz
I've totally forgiven Rachel for the whole posting thing.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Toesocks!!!!!
So. Damn. Cool.
July 30, 2004
secret agent man
I was a master of disguise.
And I was disguised as a thin, lanky man in a flannel shirt. I was balding, and had stubble. And I was ransacking the dining room of an expensive bed and breakfast to try and find some sort of clue, belonging to the sandy-haired man in a suite who stared out the window.
It all depended upon him not finding out that I was looking for this clue, but then he noticed me. And when he looked away again, I grabbed up a tuna can and snuck towards him. I raised it to knock him out, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. I swiped at his head twice, and missed.
And then the villian realized what I was doing, and turned to come after me. I held up my hands.
"You can't hit me! You can't hit a girl, can you?"
He sighed, and looked very annoyed.
"Dammit. I hate you man-looking lesbians."
I beaned him with the tuna can and down he went. The dining room was a mess, so I began to strip out of the disguise. Instantly I had lots of fluffy, gorgeously styled hair. Not to mention breasts, which the skinny man costume had hidden. I smoothed my sweater out, and turned to the distraught woman who owned the bed and breakfast. All I had to do was convince her that he was my abusive boyfriend, and then I could escape without having to deal with the police....
Also. I did not update because of Rachel. I've been arranging this entry in my head for days now. So there.
July 26, 2004
Rachel wrote this entry. Bad Rachel.
Twwwoooo wweeeeekkkkksssss, even though I could have uploaded vacation pictures with that handy 'upload file' button just to the left in mt, under 'post', just after new and edit entries. It's so simple, and yet.
And yet.
I hate you. That must be it. I HATE YOU ALL.
(P.S.: Not Rachel.)
July 11, 2004
miracle girl
I have not been having a good day today.
I almost told my mother to shut up, and wow, that would have been...really really bad. But then, sometimes I react badly when people have been pissing me off for days and days.
I think I made around 30 or 40 dollars at my sale yesterday. So...I don't know if it was worth it. It would have been worth it if I hadn't bought two ads, but then I'm not sure if the two people who bought a ton of books would even have shown up. It's a toss up.
I got Fight Club (whee!) from my aunt and uncle at the family birthday party, and a $15 gift certificate to Borders from my two cousins - which might make me rethink getting each of them a $15 gift certificate to Sam Goody next time presents are given, considering that both of them have jobs and I do not. ::rude gesture::
My dad's flying to - um, another state - tomorrow, for work. He hates it, and my mom hates it. It's really odd when he's not here. Sort of informal, not that we're really formal. But usually it's important to eat dinner in the dining room, and that sort of thing. And it's not, when one of them are gone.
It's really, really hot here. Life-sucking heat, as someone on the radio described it. I really could not live in St. Louis without air conditioning. My grandmother did, when she was growing up, and I seriously cannot even begin to imagine how she managed.
One good thing did happen - I've had writers block for ages. And then today, while I was washing dishes, it was like a knot untied. And an idea presented itself. Not a whole lot - a title, a character, and the last line. But enough. Enough to get me excited, and enough to make me think the block is over for now.
I AM A POOHEAD
Because I never update. That is all.
(And this was not posted by Rachel. No no. Completely not.)