posted on July 11, 2003 @ 6:56 pm
-"close to me," cure
-"method acting," bright eyes
-"cigarettes and chocolate milk," rufus wainwright
-"lies," violent femmes
You will be smothered under a rug. You're a little
anti-social, and may want to start gaining new
social skills by making prank phone calls.
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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it was between that or leo who ate tacks and was weird in a bad way. "buy a yellow tie and wear it on your head."
i had my first encounter with the barbies next door the night before last. after having brittany yell out the balcony door and beat on the wall, they knocked on our door. through the peephole all i saw was cleavage and a cowboy hat, and i refused to open it.
at 3:00 a.m. when i was upstairs listening to "terrible vision" by rhett on repeat to get to sleep, i could still hear them talking on their balcony. i put on some pants, made sure my hair wasn't doing some sort of strange mohawk effect, and stumbled down the stairs sans glasses in the dark. all this sudden movement, not to mention my rising blood pressure, made me dizzy without my glasses, but at least there wasn't a cat sleeping on the stairs like they usually do. i said hi to sarah on the futon, opened the door and stepped outside to face them.
there were three blondes sitting there, and you know i hate blondes, not to mention loud drunk ones. i hadn't had my medicine in two days, so i yelled with as much contempt as i could muster, "would you shut up and turn that shit off so we can sleep?!" they stared, mouths agape, when finally the middle one stuttered, "i..uh..sorry..." i stormed back inside and saw sarah staring at me. i smiled and said goodnight, and she said goodnight. the dumb sluts did, indeed, shut up and turn the shit off.
the next morning jennifer and i were on our way to the old apartment to get stuff when we saw them. they said hello to her but didn't so much as look at me. ha! brittany said she couldn't believe i did that, and receiving congratulations from her was really special to me. ;) last night they were bassing their shit again, so i banged on the wall. it quit. mom said the next time they really piss me off, i should go over there and say, "look, i already asked you nicely. you don't want to see me be a bitch." i thought that was cute.
i forgot about something that happened last weekend to convince me sarah's the coolest kid ever. we were driving home from nana and papaw's on the fourth, and as she's playing her gameboy she suddenly starts singing, "just like the white winged dove, sings a song sounds like she singing ooh baby ooh yeah!"
it actually woke me from my dozing. i asked mom, "did she just bust out with that?"
"yeah, she loves stevie nicks."
i couldn't help but think of when layla asked, "who's stevie nicks? who's fleetwood mac?" true sadness. no, that's depression. endless sorrow. it's amazing how some people can be so clueless.
anyway, we discovered today that sarah hasn't had a bath since monday, so she took one a couple hours ago. she wasn't smelling so fresh. everything's going nicely, and last night we even got the rest of the big stuff moved over and then some. the electricity needs to be turned back on, but i don't have our account number on me now. huzzah, jennifer just called so i could tell her. and she told me my debit card number so i could get my modest mouse ticket. mmm sad music.
i think tomorrow night we're going to take les enfants to mt. bonell around midnite or some dangerous dark hour like that. hopefully none of us will fall down the steps and kill ourselves. then we're going to go to kerbey lane in search of harris, affectionately called "lex" (or "sexy lexy" if you're jennifer) due to his resemblance of lex luthor from smallville. that man, well, those men have no hair yet they're still so damned hot. we haven't been to kerbey lane in forever, so he may not even work there anymore. :sigh: i miss the guy with the mohawk and the guy with pink hair who always wore clips in it and all black.
pirates of the carribean monday morning! hotness...
"i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish, a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see ya, so please be kind if i'm a mess."
<3, chelsea.
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