some people call it a one night stand but we could call it paradise

if a guy wants to brag about how his wife has to wear a size H bra, but you see his wife and think
i cant really tell that she has size H boobs because her ass is proportionate to her chest
does he still get bragging rights?
and if by "she has the face of a cupie (sp) doll" and you think more like troll
i dont kno.. maybe its just me. but i think if youre going to go on and on about how hot/cute/lustworthy your girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other is... you'd better be damn sure its not just you who thinks that.
all i can think of is that scene from dodgeball where White introduces Fran, from Romanovia and Lady in Red plays for the skinny kid

or... maybe im wrong

if the silence takes you than i hope it takes me too

getting an apartment here is almost as fun as watching your dog get run over by a truck.
hopefully NOW we will find out on monday if we have the go ahead for moving in on the 1st.
if not... i may have to slink my way back into kalamazoo.
do you ever want to just kick someone in the head because they talk to much? (i know youre nodding). why do the stories have to revolve around them? and, when you have an anecdote to add to the conversation, they cut you off before you even get to the relevant part to refocus the attention onto them. *slams head on desk
thanksgiving is on sunday. but, its october you say?
welcome to my mom's house. holidays are very flexible here. there will be 25 people in my house that day, if i counted correctly. if its going well or not, i'll be out of there at 7:45 to go to work. i think by that time i'll have had enough of the 7 kids...

but words left unspoken, left us too brittle, there was so little left to give

i feel *blah*
no, not BLAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH
the last few days i've been analizing my life, or lack thereof.
i want to say that i wonder how i got here, to this point, but i really know.
i have gone a while now without night terrors but i just have a feeling that they will be creeping up on me again. in all honesty, i would rather wake up attempting to scream than randomly double over from sporatic chest pains.
i have a lot of "i should do this... i need to do this... i want to do this...i need to do this..." going on in my head right now. and for now my haircut is just a haircut. that will be after my halloween pix. i posted a comment on joes site about how showing skin makes baby jesus cry. i'll be giving him a coronary come halloween.
hopefully by 4 pm i will know if i am moving out and into an apartment. so, of course you bitches should come visit. hell, i'll probably try to bribe you into bringing out the last of my stuff thats in kzoo.


the ties i have to my father are down to a thread right now... and the sissors are getting closer.


Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

lets do the time warp again...

are all the people that work at circuit city complete morons? 20 minutes and 4 associates later, we still ended up leaving empty handed because no one apparently knows how to ring up a pre-order computer game. o well- game stop came through for us.

everytime i go online i feel like i should leave something on here. i usually dont. but i do think about it. to give my "whats up" to all the J's. why are there so many J's in that circle of people? do you all gravitate towards one another? all you people. like its a race of people. all YOU people, with J names... damn... J's...
?

wow. im tired. i've been singing rocky horror songs for the last hour at work because... im either tired or out of my mind.

in any case... ill talk to you bitches soon. im hoping to go to kzoo for the pix again.. but one of you bastards needs to have a halloween party. get your shit together! i want an ipod!
i'll even let ya paint me!
... but that will be just between you and me. ;)