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Dating "Mr. Cleaver"

June 10, 2005 at 9:25pm

So. Had a revelation. My guy isn't interested in sex in our relationship. Huh. Says he wants a big house and a yard and kids and the whole Beaver Cleaver shabang. My parents like him. I don't know what to think. I hope this isn't one of those sly tricks lonely guys throw at you to weaken you but he doesn't seem to be that type of person. But then again, they never do. I hope its true. It might be nice to have someone who shares my morals.

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Oh my god, he met my parents!

June 7, 2005 at 7:18pm

Yeah. So I'm hanging with my latest boyfriend to end all boyfriends and somehow it he ended up meeting my parents on our first outing together.
These are dangerous times. My parents seem reluctant to talk about what they thought of him but they seem somewhat pleased. This makes me nervous.

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Not Worth a Sol

May 31, 2005 at 4:26pm

Aye. Haven't done a thing today.

Last Thursday was the Hard Rock Show. The charity I ran did well. Raised $200! A new record! Half went to the winner and half to our charity. Nice stuff.

Oh yeah. And I was in my element! I was out there dancing while everyone else cowered by the bar and took pictures of me. Ha. They wished to have a great a time as me!

Later, when I was working the door, two drunken guys started hittin on D and I, sayin "Stamp me, stamp me" cause you hadda get a stamp to get in. So I took the stamper and planted one right on that guy's forehead. He sort of swayed and grinned. Then he tried to wipe it off and it smeared all the down the side of his face.

D couldn't stop laughing, I was afraid she'd hyperventilate. But she proves a point. Provided you have the right instruments (i.e. a stamper) and a suitable subject (i.e. a goofy drunk guy) you can have loads of fun with stupid drunk people!

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This place called life is getting queerer and queerer...

May 25, 2005 at 11:38pm

Alice in Wonderland. Been awhile seen I watched it. Kind of made me think, you know? Chaos. What is it exactly? An older definition might say it's the possbility of the most randomest things to occur without any real order. Fine I say. Then I get to thinking, what if there is order to chaos? So I looked it up and sure enough, scientists have found that although chaos never repeats itself, it follows an elaborate pattern that we have no real way of measuring. For instance, they showed a "map" of a brain during the thought process. Although it never is in the same exact point ever again, it follows a distinct "figure 8" shape. Somehow all of this is comforting. So the chaos that is my bedroom is actually an organized pattern too complex and complicated for me to understand. Go figure.

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Peeling

May 25, 2005 at 1:50am

Heh. My skin is flaking away. Like a cooked fish. Maybe I should save the strips of skin like Goldfinger. "Safe me frum mysuuf!" Gyuk.

Die is adorable as always. Kissy kissy. Well, I'm off to take a cold shower.

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Stealing your PIE!

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Dir En Grey, bishounen, and anime

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Hopefully someone else by now.

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Don't drink and park - accidents cause people.

 

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