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Mar. 19th, 2002
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Mar. 19th, 2002 05:53 pmInstead of fixing my car or going to get my wisdom teeth out, I'm buying a plane ticket home to surprise my family. :)
Sara, I'm going for the 2 1/2-3 hour layover in Denver. :)
Sara, I'm going for the 2 1/2-3 hour layover in Denver. :)
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Mar. 19th, 2002 10:03 pmMy, this is some FAN-CY ketchup.*
*this statement has NOTHING to do with my mood...sicko.
*this statement has NOTHING to do with my mood...sicko.
GODDAMNIT I FEEL WEIRD! I feel mad! MAD I tell you! I've gone off my rocker and I feel like running around like, pardon my fan-ness, but GIR. WEEEEEHEEEHEEHOOOOOOOOOOOO! You bitches need to come into chat.
I have lots to do! WOO-WOO!
I don't know why, but this phrase popped into my head and won't leave, "Eat salty poo, stickface!"
That, and "YOUR MOM!" won't quit running through my head. RAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGGHHGHGHHGAAAAARRRR!!!! YOUR GODDAMN MOM! There, maybe that will get it out.
Dammit I love that little beaver.
I have lots to do! WOO-WOO!
I don't know why, but this phrase popped into my head and won't leave, "Eat salty poo, stickface!"
That, and "YOUR MOM!" won't quit running through my head. RAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGGHHGHGHHGAAAAARRRR!!!! YOUR GODDAMN MOM! There, maybe that will get it out.
Dammit I love that little beaver.