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[Sep. 13th, 2005|09:37 am] |
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Have you ever not deleted an AIM conversation and seen where it went?
Over the past five days in a certain conversation I have discussed:
- dreams
- facebook
- a trip to Genovia and the two incarnations of Anne Hathaway
- the future of the Anti-Moo Brigade
- my broken AIM...multiple times
- my electrocuted hair
- "stolen" cookies, nuts in cookies, and Butler's "cafe"
- road trips to NYC, unknown friends in shows, random musicals and Yoko Ono
- foreign films, specifically how Spanish films always involve drugs
- bad grammar
- bubblers!
- pimpdom
- whether it is acceptible to compare your wife to your grandmother
- the drama of life and how the world fails and "glaring"
- what makes me cry
- the art store being closed
- defining sex
- what to pack for a trip, oh brown shirt
- the British Hat Guild
- the stupidity of cellphones
- Geena Davis...
- cows..and hats...and roomies noticing things,,,
- yelling about cheering people up
- PMS...is it just a female thing?
- the naming of Sir Droopy Waterbotton, Earl of Squishydom
- roomies who boo and grunt and are apparently black
- strange Potter links...
- dying great aunts
- nicknames...should I be called Peach?
- snoring while yawning
- the art of saying goodbye
- and what does it take to get a hubby to defend his wife? huh? you tell me.
I'm in AWE. That is a thing of beauty. |
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