daintyme's Xanga

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 22:13:00 GMT

TEST

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 01:06:57 GMT

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 02:42:21 GMT

jesus christ.

i had the scare of my life.

my car tapped the bumper of a blue mustang in front of me. i got out of the car and apologized profusely, but he was like, "hey, there aren't any scratches. it's cool" while i was literally pissing in my pants. no one was hurt and no car was damaged. but i was freaked out. my hands were shaking!

anyways...

school was ok. i was hopped up on cold medicine and drowsy for the entire day. i saw everything through some glazy fog. that was interesting. it felt like a hallucination or like something under the influence.

how was your first day?

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 21:14:00 GMT

ahhh! school is starting! my summer assignments are not finished!

i also got a job at soho in the forum! i'm not a spoiled brat, i'm making my own money without turning tricks.

i need to redo this xanga.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 02:38:49 GMT

QUESTION.

why do people honk at me as they drive past me on roads? i'm not in their lane. i've got my seatbelt on. i'm not driving like a crazed alcoholic who thinks he's got balls, but really they're just sacks filled with fermented wheat water. i'm steady on the road. so why do people honk and scare the shit out of me?

it makes no sense.

also, i feel that i've lost touch with you. right. YOU. if you're not away in some sandy area with colorful buildings and tropic humid weather, and if you finished frolicking with carlos, the sexy cabana boy or carla, the sexy cabana girl (whatever floats your coconut boat), put down that daquiri or [insert tropical cocktail drink here, and it better be virgin, bub.] and have a glass of flat coke with me. or go for a swim with me. or meet me at IKEA and have a bounce with me on the round bed. or come to my house and i'll put on some veggies and turkey burgers on the grill for two. or three. or four. or...well i'll have to run to costco for more.

SERIOUSLY.

call me and we'll get together to hang out. this is my call to the world so that i can go back to school with the satisfied feeling of a satisfying summer.

oh yeah...i forgot. you should call. (4.543.8787) or send carrier pigeons or a letter by pony express.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 18:01:05 GMT

i don't like my job. i don't hate it. but i wouldn't want to be in the same room with it.

sidenote--- how immature you must be to stalk me and others through my xanga. LEAVE US BE!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 00:53:58 GMT

back from visiting hilbilly country.

i toured around all the prestigious trailer homes and bartered someone's sister for some fried catfish and corn. i wore straw hats and overalls (nothing underneath, wink-wink) with a piece of wheat in my mouth as i walked to the nearby fishing hole with my bamboo fishing pole. i fixed tractors and trucks for my neighbors 5 miles away. i cursed the sky when i got stuck behind cows that were crossing the street and wept when my soybean crop failed. my neck is (i think) permanently red...i don't know why (maybe some epidemic), and i've taken a liking to country music and confederate flags.

just kidding.

amory was very fun, albeit small. stephanie and i had a lot of experiences witht he justice system. we laughed and we cried (because we laughed too hard). we worked and toiled. as a result we reaped the benefits. we met many influential people that (i have a feeling) we will see again.

i'd do it again. but i think on the second time, i'd bring more dvds and food.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:43:42 GMT

i'm not dead (yet) and i'm not in the FBI witness protection thing (yet). i'm in amory, MS (not kidnapped by hilbillies, i am here on my own free will) doing an internship with my friend stephanie.

i don't have very much time. the government is after me.

SEPTEMPER 12, 2006

Wed, 17 May 2006 22:51:59 GMT

...that's when the Grey's Anatomy season 2 comes out.

why can't they do it earlier?
why can't they give me one for free so i don't have to beg for $60?
why can't mcdreamy profess his love for me while i have lunch (our usual thing) with the entire cast and shonda, the amazing, incredible writer?

"my super sweet sixteen" is the best show ever

Thu, 04 May 2006 01:08:35 GMT

because it makes me feel like a better person. i hope it's on forever.

i like knowing that there's bratty brats brats who cry when daddy doesn't get them the car of their dreams.

does this make me a bad person?
do you feel this way too?