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Name: Ann
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Wichita
Birthday: 9/2/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Ears, Not matching my scrubs, wearing really ugly socks, listening to music too loud, feeding my cat, people watching, driving to new places, facial hair (preferably on men), when it rains but the sun is still shining, making plans to move to werid places, Q-tips after a shower, things that smell good.
Expertise: Smelling (dog-like), and Sleeping (hibernation-like)
Occupation: Doctorate of Audiology Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
AIM:  MoonPrimate
MSN: eatatanns
Member Since:
9/21/2004
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| I had one of the scariest dreams of my life last night. Fucking zombies. It's always zombies.
I was in my sister's ex-boyfriend's house hiding from the zombies that would soon be in the house. I decided my hiding spot would be underneath a bean-bag chair covered in my white comforter. This seemed like a good idea because my sister's ex-boyfriend's hiding spot was on a recliner covered in a sheet...so I knew the zombies would kill him before me and maybe they'd be full or something. The worst part of the whole dream was deciding weather or not I would put my dog and cat under the bean-bag chair with me because I was afraid they would move or bark and then the zombies would find my hiding spot.
It was terrible. And so corny. But it woke me up an hour and a half before my alarm was to go off and I decided I wasn't going back to sleep in fear that the zombies would return.
Terrifying.
Completely terrifying.
Zombies can happen:
http://www.cracked.com/article_15643_p4.html
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| STOKLEY CAME HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
6 days in the suburbian wilderness was apparently enough. She is stinky, skinny, and is covered in a very strange tar sort of substance. What in God's name has she been doing?
I AM SO HAPPY SHE IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was slowly sinking into a terrible depression.
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| Stokley has been missing for 2 whole days. I don't know what I'm going to do.
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| Man, I hate bad days.
This day started bad, and never got better.
I feel sorry for people who have a lot of bad days.
Mine are usually good.
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| And now for your enjoyment...a delightful selection of frog jokes.
How do you get a frog off the windshield?
Turn on the defrogger
How to frogs take notes?
On lily pads
What happens to an illegally parked frog?
It gets toad away.
Those are straight from Reader's Digest, the magazine my dad's dog, Ned, "gifted" me for Christmas. Actually, the subscription is under Stokley's name...but she lets me read them.
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