Saturday, June 01, 2002

I feel so alive instead of just being an accessory.

It's funny that I actually like working. I heart Ralph's. It's the perfect job for me. Screw you Target!!

[points to self] Someone needs a haircut. I know no one really cares but my hair hasnt been this long [just past my shoulders] in like a year probably. I dont want to cut it super short or anything, I just need to get rid of them pesky dead ends. Listen to me. I'm actually sounding like a girl. What's this?! That's right, I'm talking about my hair! Come and get me. I'll be waiting. With a spoon.

I am so looking forward to some ultimate tag tonight.
Regular Tag: old, and boring.
Ultimate Tag: freaking awesome!

That's the difference between the two in case anyone was wondering.

I have some homework I could be doing. But uh...no.



Friday, May 31, 2002

It's Friday. And I think it's time for some Random Food Bashing.

Bashing O Da Foods:
Bagel is such a pathetic loser
Ham is the BIGGEST slut. She did all the other meats, in 5 mins.
Pear talks crap about everyone
Cherrios says "like" way too much. So it shouldn't talk anymore.

Dont you feel better now? I know I do. It's such a release to get out my pent up anger towards assorted food products.

Dear me, I gots to work tonight. Scoopin' is the real deal. My right arm is going to get buff this summer from scooping all those ices and my poor left arm will be left in the dust cuz I know I won't lift weights to have a balance o muscle. I'm just too lazy. Damn laziness! It ruins everything! I hate you...

It's all crazy hot outside. I've said it before and I will say it again. Mother Nature is F-ing Cra-Zay. I think she's getting a bit old cuz now she has no idea what she's doing. They need to start looking for a replacement. I hear Sister Outdoors might get hired. She would be perfect for it. She knows what the weather should be like. Plus, added bonus, she makes awesome cookies. So maybe it will rain cookies one day.

Wednesday, May 29, 2002

Dear Diary,

Today I killed a man. I didnt really mean to do it. I just kinda slipped when I had a butcher knife in my hand. Totally not my fault that the guy was standing there. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a wrong day for him. I think his name was Ted. Ted is dead. HA! That rhymed. I guess that makes his death easier to swallow. Not that I would try to eat him or anything. I dont really care for the dead. Too cold for my tastes. But you know what I do like to eat? Buttered rolls. Them things is cra-zay good. I loves to eat em. I eat em in a box with a fox with chicken pox.

Ah the wonders of insanity...

Monday, May 27, 2002

Do you know [the muffin man?] that song Down Slow by Moby? I feel like that right now. Its surreal. Actually being in a moment and realize its passing.

I apologize to those who hate when people talk about stuff like that but I can't help it. That's how my brain works after 1am. Every little thing I ever stressed about during the day either doesnt matter anymore or I totally over analyse and make myself sick over. I'm in the 'not matter' state right now. But its just a temporary state of being because once I have to face all those little decisions again I'll fall into my norm. It's the circle of life. Although I am changing. I'm aware of it now.

I am a peanut-butter and jelly sammitch. Without the jelly, it's just peanut-butter and it sticks to your mouth when you try to eat it. I actually have no idea what I mean by that. I guess its the sides of my personality, or maybe I'm just hungy. I think its more of the hungy.

I like to think.
I like to learn.
I like cake.

ta da!

I'm back! From outerspace...actually no, I lied. I'm back from New Jersey. I had a soccer tournament there.

A Word of Advice: Don't ever live in New Jersey.

Why? you might ask, as my friend Jon did.
I'll tell you why. Because you can't make left turns on main streets. So its a huge tease. You have to pass the place you want to go to, then make a bunch of U-turns and lefts on smaller roads, all to make it safer?!! Uh...no. They must have such road rage there. That can't be good.

Phrase O the Week comes from Liz. She is so funny. We made up this idea for a restaurant called That Nazi Place. And each day has a theme. Wed. we dont serve food, so once you order and get nothing, your nazi waiter screams at you:

Eat your plate of Empty!!

I would explain the whole idea to you but it would take way too long and I am way too lazy for that kind of work. Sorry. I'm on vacation.