chillin’ at my homey’s crib
Current mood: 
chipper
i would just like to say that I luv my friends Jade and Christina. Aww. And i am tired.
so i got a wig cuz i got tired of lookin like a dude all the time. *Told ya! two actually. one’s curly and one’s long. i think it was just kind of like… cuz you know when your hair’s all short and organic and permanent, then you want to go to the other extreme. so I totally channeled my inner ’round the way girl and got me some fake stuff to deceive unsuspecting parties with. and it’s guh-reat. for now. i feel like beyonce. not really. but she wears fake stuff too. don’t even trip like she doesn’t.
i spent the entire weekend with Stina, which is what you get to do when you spend 72 hours straight with a person: shorten their name. we ate wheat pasta and salad with freakin’ bell peppers in it. HAHAHHahahhHahHAHahh raw ones. i was like, holey crap, what do you have me eatin’. HHahahahhahahHA! every bread product she had was wheat. HA! i’m feelin more than regaular, folks. HaHA! it’s strange the things that people can add to you. we watched hitch for the 29th time and laughed endlessly about our subconsciously blurted expletives. HAHAHAHhHhahhaha!!!! OMG!!! why are those funnier than the real thing?! i’m becoming one of those people with second homes. where it’s high school and their parents never see them b/c they’ve been totally sucked in by the influence of some faceless other. ‘Member I used to stay at ur house overnight any night, even when we had to work the next day? Ugh, damn husbands. And member when we both worked? At like, actual jobs that began in the morning and ended in the afternoon? Cuh-razy. only this way i’m an adult and it’s a legitimate kind.
sweet georgia brown, i’m more than overdue for a dahl show. what’s uuuuuppppppp. it’s just like that, you forget about the chick that paid your way through medical school when you get to be the head of medicine or whatever. i don’t know, it was my metaphor gone sour. friggin lap tops… it slows my typing time…. Overdue still, again… but that’s sort of my fault.
oh, i love my ipod. if it did the dishes, i wouldn’t need to get married. and vibrated. that was my naughty nuance for the month. week?? Aw, I still wub my iPod. Even though it has no charge and consequently has to be plugged up at all times, and the headphones are long gone, and that it sometimes playes random bits of unrelated songs at the beginning of each new one.
anyways… my friends are reading everything i type and i’m feeling loved and under a microscope. ciao to all those in cyber land. see how my demeanor changes? joey, i have been thinking about your birthday already and i am conjuring up a mix cd brew. i don’t know if it will rock you but it will be from me. One of the few times I “broke the fourth wall.” To talk to Joey. that’s fitting.
bedtime.
Yeah, that mix cd sucked.
oh yeah, that 9 months of happiness should be about over now too I think.