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Friday, January 30, 2004

I think that if my super-ego and my id ever got in a fight, the latter would get its ass handed to it.

If you're disappointed in what you've become, just look at the bottom of your shoes.

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

I don't believe in weather forecasting. I think they just pull all those predictions out of their asses.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

My friend was drawing a picture for a girl. He asked me for suggestions. I suggested jelly.
He drew her jelly.

In my world, there would be huge rainbows everyday, and they’d be so big that the purple stripe couldn’t fit. Also, the sun would have a smiley face, and houses would be be a triangle sitting on a square. Non-squeezable jelly wouldn’t exist… but the squeezable jellies would have to be blue. Oh well, it’s a small price to pay for perfection.

Monday, January 26, 2004

Today, some friends and I went sledding… on dining trays and cookie sheets and pingpong tables and even a rocking chair!

Saturday, January 24, 2004

The kids on 3rd floor are an entirely different breed of human.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

I try to appreciate the little things in life.. like two-ply toliet paper and squeezable jelly.

He actually apologized for being an ass to me lately..
and those 5 seconds meant the world to me.

Monday, January 19, 2004

Privacy is one of those things you don’t really appreciate until it’s gone.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

"No, I don't know what 'updawg' is so stop asking!" -Mr. Wilson

Sunday, January 11, 2004

I'm not a high-maintenance girl. I just need my endless perfection to be reinforced every 8 hours or so.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

I hope whoever invented Indian food got a big raise.

Friday, January 09, 2004

I think whoever named soup did a really good job...

but I think I definitely would've called cereal creege instead. Definitely.

Last night, I think my best friend just broke up with me for the fourth time.

I'm curious when he was planning on telling me that we were ever dating...
I hate it when that happens.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

When I grow up, I want to be a samurai ballerina.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Time doesn't heal anything- only distance does.

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