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|Monday, January 2nd, 2006|
|Thursday, November 3rd, 2005|
So like- I'm back or whatever. I live in MEXICO.
|Monday, September 19th, 2005|
|Wednesday, September 14th, 2005|
im sitting on ambers futon, amber is asleep on her bed and nikki is watching me like a craaaAzy tweaker.
|Monday, August 29th, 2005|
RYAN BINGHAM FUCKING CALL ME.
I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN LIKE 18429784 YEARS AND I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT SHIT THAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST.
You've been my best friend since fucking 7th grade man...
|Saturday, July 30th, 2005|
sofistidork: you evr hear any strange crime related stuff
anarchy dpk: no, nothing that cool
anarchy dpk: i wish tho
anarchy dpk: that would be sweet
anarchy dpk: i'd be like "I HEARD THAT FOOL"
sofistidork: don't let them know
sofistidork: or they'll kill you
sofistidork: you know how those mob types are
sofistidork: with the killing
sofistidork: and stuff
anarchy dpk: you're right. those cement shoes arent that cute
anarchy dpk: and im not keen on being whacked
sofistidork: kate spade does not make cement shoes
|Wednesday, July 13th, 2005|
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
My computer is up and running again. It confuses me.
Stephanie, you're a fucking idiot. Of course I saw your car get towed, you FUCKING LIVE 4 HOUSES DOWN. Jesus, to think I thought you had even a sliver of intelligence. Once again, asking for too much.
I'm so bored. Current Mood: cheerful
|Thursday, June 30th, 2005|
It's payday fuckers.
I have $1,300 burning a hole in my pocket.
|Tuesday, June 28th, 2005|
I have no idea what is going on. I came into work to see that my password on here had been changed.
What the hell...
Oh and I sent Stephanie a text message last night, and I got a call from her number... but it was her "boyfriend" (who I swear to God I know but I can't place the voice), telling me to leave her alone. ...Because I sent her a message that said I'd miss her and even though she hates me for her own reasons I'd always have a place for her if she needs to escape from everything for a day.
I guess that was a no-no. Oh well.
I hate that people hate me. And it's always for fucking stupid reasons, it never makes any sense.
|Friday, June 24th, 2005|
I didn't want to tell you guys- but I'm too excited.
In short- BYE ASSHOLES.
I'm moving in with Conrad in Escondido. It'll be nice there with my truck. HAHAHAHA!
Fuck you guys, I'll never see any of you again and I couldn't be happier.
I found old friends like Matt who I've known like 5 years, and I found Conrad... and Allyn and Mellissa... mmm.
The cell is 619.244.9749. If you call I'll come visit you. Unless you live in Santee. Then fuck you.
Wait- I take hating Santee back. I like Santee for the most part. Just not some people. But they're avoidable to the maxx. So yes.
It's been fun.
P.S.- the ears are at 5/8" on the bottom and 00 on the top- and the bottom ones have some "special" plugs in them. Audrey pointed them out to me and I crapped myself and finally got them. Yeah I'm that sexy. Current Mood: chipper
|Friday, June 3rd, 2005|
to the asshat mike is going out with: (i wrote this to her on myspace)
i'm sara, i'm sure mike has told you all sorts of wonderful things about me.... looking at your profile we seem kinda alike, only i'm not fat. haha. and i'm not ugly. but it's okay, maybe you'll get your stomach stapled some day and i hear that they're getting real good at that reconstructive surgery thing.
i just want you to know that if i ever see you i will kick your fat ass. i don't know you but i don't like you at all. actually, no one likes a fat chick so i think i'm completely justified. speaking of fat, how in the world did you ever manage to find a dress for prom?? did you have to get it special made? i'd think you would...i mean the sizes you wear probably aren't normally stocked.
have fun with mike!! he's a great guy. make sure he gives you anal, then watch him suck his own cock. that's always super fun. he does have a huge dick tho, and that was always fun. i do miss the sex. speaking of sex, have you guys done it yet??? that's gonna be so fun for you!!! well it will be if he can find his way in, he's always had problems with that. and for a while he couldn't keep it up. shy i guess. oh well, maybe he's over it now.
have you met his mom yet? SHES NUTS. she's a crazy ass bitch that i would put child-fucking past. have you seen the way she looks and treats chris? *shudder* well, welcome to the most dysfunctional family in lakeside.
oh well. have fun sweetie. and remember- a moment on the lips, forever on the hips!
By the way, here's her MYSPACE.
Does anyone know what I mean when you break up with someone, and it was really bitter, but then you see/hear about their new interest and that new person is just so incredibly hideous/short/fat/pimply? oooooooh yeah baby.
Captain Pouss Pouss has a new gal, she's super fucking fat. And it's funny. She thinks she's rockabilly as hell or someting. It's confusing. But knowing she's so fucking hideous makes me feel 100000 times better about myself. It helped me get Carrick.
Mmm, 6'7" Matt Carrick with his Mercedes and pot and money and and and OH MAN! He's got his head shaved and he's got fat sideburns. MMMM.
Looks like I came out more than one up, which rocks for me. I hope Mike has fun trying to wrestle his milkshakes from her. HAHAHA. Fat chicks.
|Sunday, May 1st, 2005|
I'm sure you all thought I was dead, but alas- I'm not.
My computer died, so I'm updating at Steph's, and I don't know how often I'll be updating till I get my own shit hooked up.
Ok what's new... haha, well lots of shit, I've been frequenting a lot of parties lately and I've seen the majority of you, but not everyone. So call me naggars.
I got this new job where I sit at home and do data entry on a laptop for $30 an hour. HAHAHA fucking losers and your jobs. I'm buying Kurt's Bronco. MMMM.
2449749... call it assholes. Current Mood: hungover
|Wednesday, April 13th, 2005|
I can't sleep. Day...uh...3?
We attacked my backyard, it's cool as fuck now.
Desert Friday-Sunday. Wooo.
Cell is 2449749, use it.
Also, Dom fucking owns. Current Mood: uhhh
|Sunday, April 10th, 2005|
uh.... got up late (like 2) after a long night of partying and the like.
visited with dom. the dude DOES NOT like me. at least i dont think he does. ehh.
GOT SICK. we went to beef 'n bun and when i got back home i PUKED ALLLLL OVER.
it tasted sweet. and burger-y. Current Mood: barfy
|Saturday, April 9th, 2005|
OOOOOOkay so we went to Monte Vista yesterday to pick up John, and it was HORRIBLE.
I was wearing that Heirarchy sweatshirt of Audrey's and we were walking around right after school
got out-- and let me tell you, there are black and mexican people everywhere and not much else.
I was totally cool with everything, talking to different people- then Sara and her bionic hearing
picks up a few different conversations about "them East County assholes" and how "everyone from
Santee is soooo racist like OMG"
Oh yeah. It was fun. And of course my appearance doesn't help anything...
In other news, after going good for sooo long with my stretching I think I gave myself a blowout on my left top hole.
I'm going outside to tan. Because I'm too white.
You should call me. Current Mood: is that a mac???
|Tuesday, April 5th, 2005|
1| Give your cell phone number to your friends list.
2| Don't answer any calls that you don't recognize, allowing your friends to leave you messages.
3| If your friends list is game, they will leave hilarious messages, jokes, songs and riddles in your voice mail, and some will make you guess who they are by giving hints. The secret is to NOT ANSWER THE PHONE unless you recognize the number.
and i'm sara in case you were wondering.
|Saturday, April 2nd, 2005|
I'm back asshats.
And I have a new hole in my bodah. Rawr.
Your robes are in the mail.
Dude the pope kicked it. You know that dude is living it up in the big H.
OOOOOOOkay, so I flew out of Cleveland (aka Shitsville) an hour and a half late
because of snow and all that fun stuff, so when I get to Dallas I'm told that I missed my flight.
But THEN I'm told that the next flight I'm booked on is 8:45 tonight. So I was like fuck that and went
on standby. 7 FUCKING flights later I'm on my way back to California. There's more to the horrible
story, but I'll only tell if I get something out of it. Well actually I don't even have to get
anything... but yes.
You're all idiots and I need a job. Someone go with me.
EDIT- I had soooo much pizza. We made 18 pizzas on Easter, I had pizza on my birthday...Dear
Jesus, so much pizza... Current Mood: itchy