What are you doing today? Me? Well I'm doing laundry. I bet your jealouse.
Your also jealosue of me because I can drive and you can't.....okay, we'll I can't drive either, but thats never stoped me before!
Okay..so it has...and it will..but yeah.
I need chalk...so I can do stuffs..with chalk...
I feel as though the AOL community is snooty. Other peoples get comments on their blogs.
Now, I know you people look at this, that nifty little hit counter over...
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<there, tells me so
I leave comments on your pathetic excusses of blogs, so its only kind you do the same here. You can't hide, I know your out there.
I"m a girl on edge, I've got a coke can and a stale chicken nugget and I"m not afraid to use them.
...Okay, so now I only have a coke can and a slightly eaten chicken nugget.
It wasn't as stale as I thought previously.
The dad just called.
Dad: You do anything fun today?
Me: I've only been up for like 10mins...
Dad: You egnorant deranged little lazy dwebe..
Me: You must of been bored to find time out of your day to call and insult me.
Dad: Only slightly.
Me: Welcome to my world.
Dad: I like your world, you sleep forever.
Me: But you can't drive.
WHY IS IT THIS INABILITY TO DRIVE FUELS MY LIFE *hehe a pun*
But no, he really is quite loving, like on fathers day, he was so selfliss when I asked him what he wanted.
Dad: To be left alone.
You see what I mean? He dosn't want me to spend his hard earned cash on his puny needs!
*Well I did, but it was my cash, and it was a baaaaaad idea*
Got him a CD. He got me back by blaring it on the stero.
I tried to gouge my ears out with a convenitly located fork, but Jon stoped me.
But what does Jon know? He says you can't get cut on water.
Me: What are you doing today?
Kristi: Nothing.
Me: Lets celebrate nothing by doign something!
1 comment:
So i Take it your dad liked the cd? Well, thats good concidering the LOOONG process it took to get it. Locating a salesmen. . . .auctually finding it. . . not to mention the conversation with your mom. . . . .
-Kristi
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