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Archive for June, 2003
Compatibility
I’m a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, tight as fuck, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
See how compatible you are with me!
-coughs-
why oh why do those tasty freezie pop things.. have to be giant coughing sticks? i swear every time k & i eat these damn things they make us cough*L*
WanderLust
Not many people have noticed yet.. I certainly didn’t till I tried to sign up Carrie Ann for it.. But WanderLust is no longer.
Waiting For Heaven
Carrie Ann has some new digs:) Go check out her new domain, WaitingForHeaven.com.
Baker’s Dozen
1. omg it’s the pop tart guy!
2. $6 are you fucking crazy?
3. HOLY! this has to be THE coolest happy meal toy EVER!
4. Combine the sugar, butter and cinnamon over medium heat….
5. Do you like purple? I hope you do.. cuz you’re getting purple…
6. Yes those are my legs.
7. I’m a higher level than that.
8. God damn alley of death! Yes i’m fine, just trying not to breathe!
9. right. i’m done. must go seethe elsewhere.
10. can you stop quickly?
11. harassment=To irritate persistently.
12. how were the potatoes? over too quickly.
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Unconcious Mutterings
- Arbitrary:: law
- Sweatshop :: kathy lee
- Cotton ball:: nailpolish remover
- Intimate:: relationship
- Forgotten:: memories
- Photography:: passion
- Secretary:: coffeebitch
- Stadium:: seating
- Purpose:: goals
- Shoe box:: greetings
Multiples ~ Photo Friday
Canon D30 @ISO400
Sexy Saturday
What’s your ‘number’? Do you think it is too high, too low, or just right? Why is there a double standard for The Number in men and women?
Erm, my number is 4. I think it’s ok. 3 out of 4 were long term relationships(including current marriage), so I think overall it’s ok. I’ve known and seen worse numbers*L* I think there is a double standard because back in the day, men were expected to be have experience, women were property of their husbands/fathers etc. If you weren’t a nun, or married off.. you were the town bicycle.
