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Name: Nataly
State: Texas
Metro: Denton
Birthday: 1/2/1985
Interests: Jesus! music, film, tv, photography, pop culture blogs, people who can make me laugh, details, thrift stores, pencils, stomping, electronic music, rice krispies treats, peace, love, the sixties, drum n' bass, breaks, house, contact, etc.
Expertise: maintaining akward silences for long periods of time.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ooh nataly
Member Since:
10/22/2003
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| So I have recently embraced my butch side with open arms and have gotten so into the NBA finals it's almost scary. I yell ridiculous things at the television, usually obscene, that have little to do with basketball and a lot to do with feces and Kazaam.
Anyway, the point is, I hope the Mavs win the series, even though I was recently disapointed to learn that Dirk Nowitzki was not the Giant in the 1998 hit movie "My Giant".
Yes, I realize I'm an idiot.
LOVE,
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| So I've recently come to the conclusion that I'm really really really really really really really not smart.
I'm not entirely sure how my poorly developed brain and I have functioned in society up to this point without being openly mocked and ridiculed.
In other news,
Sometimes a little furry four-legged, floppy-eared baby comes to visit me:
I'm going to be living with 4 hot ladies next semester. With all of that excess estrogen laying around the house, I might actually start looking like a girl; this is exciting news for me.
I want to go to the movies.
I don't want to not go to the movies.
love x2,
nataly.
ps. I need a carebear kite. pps. I've had this xanga for almost 3 years now... supergeek.
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| Here's some quotes from the Spring Breakout episode:
Michael: The problem is, I just checked her in to rehab. They’re not exactly going to let me check her out and take her to a bar. So, GOB, I need you to help me sneak her past the guards.
GOB: Well, gee, I didn’t think the woman I’d be checking out at spring break would be Mom.
Buster: She’s better looking than the whores you date.
GOB:Don’t call my escorts “whores.”
Buster: Mom’s still got it!
GOB: I don’t date whores!
Lindsay: Stop it! This objectification of women has to stop!
Michael: It’s just Mom and whores.
GOB: May I make a suggestion? Get implants. Really.
Michael: Tell GOB, I've got a nice hard cot waiting for him.
Lucille: You'd do that to your own brother?!?
Michael: I said cot.
America just didn't get it 
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| A few things:
I now own an iMac G5.
I want to live inside of it.
Paul Hensly is a douche.
Larry David is genius.
Project Runway is the best reality show on television.
i don't like incoherent entires that string together a bunch of unrelated sentences.
In philosophy class, instead of paying attention, I try to form an image in my head of what the professor would look like without any hair.
Most of the bands I am digging right now have fanbases with an average age of 16.
UNT is going to be a halfway house for me for several more years because i've yet to aquire any focus or direction.
Why did I use the word 'digging' a little while ago? I never say that.
Lyssa and I are going to write a hilarious sitcom one day. Once we do, we'll be picked up by a network and win countless critic's awards and emmy's, but we'll never really find an audience due to a lack of advertising from our network and the American public's inability to appreciate good humor. Then, even though we're the funniest sitcom to be broadcast on public television in years, we'll be cancelled, and we'll find ourselves treading water hoping to get rescued while they replace us with a new season of 'Walking with Celebrities'.
Only a few people will understand what that ridiculously unintelligible rant was about.
The two month break-up is over, and xanga and I decided to give it another shot... for old times.
That sentence really should have gone at the beginning.
Does anyone still read this?
You don't have to answer.
...really, don't answer.
I have the mental maturity of a 13 year old, so don't listen to anything I say. Not that 13 year olds don't say anything of importance.... oh, who am I kidding? of course they don't.
In between writing every sentence, I spin around in my chair until I get dizzy. I don't enjoy this, but it's too late to stop now.
Now I remember why I stopped updating this... I get near a keyboard and the annoying just starts pouring out.
Does anyone else like New England Clam Chowder?
Don't answer that either... I'm not entirely sure why I ask these questions.
Anyway i'm going to go eat some, and read a few chapters for philosophy, because nothing goes better with Nietzsche than a hot creamy bowl of chowder.
BYE.
nataly!!!
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