| Friday, March 28, 2008 |
| Belly Buses Bark Back. |
| I'm having Blogger's Block. I'm so sleepy. I shaved. It feels so nice. I keep thinking about things I want to post about in the middle of the day, and telling myself I'll remember them for later, but I never do. Oh, well for one thing, I wanted to share a stupid thought, that you could make fun of me for during the future. So,, I know this sounds immensely short bus but, I'd never really put together the thought that when you eat out each person can eat something different, and when you eat at home, everyone has to eat the same food. Now, I mean I knew these two facts but for some reason I had never thought about that being a pro for eating out. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, and think I'm on crack, but I'm just having trouble explaining it. Anyway, I think Mister Rodgers is my old guy crush. I mean for serious. It seems ridiculous because he sings songs pleading for you to be his friend, and he's the neighborhood father, but if you get a good look at him her really is good looking. Now you have several things you can make fun of me for. My hair is braided. I wish I knew how to french braid. I mean technically I do know how to, but i can't seem to actually apply it to my own, or anyone else's, head. I can't believe I got stuck in this stupid generation. I missed out on funk, and swing dancing, and being a hippie, and the charleston, and Jazz, and so much stuff. And got stuck with the generation that will be remembered for its rap and profane r&b. Lame. Gosh I wish I knew what to say. Remind me to tell you about Ethan. Because I don't want to post that, but I do want you to know. I'll exchange you for your dreams. I'm going driving again tomorrow, yaya. And this time I'll actually get to drive in the road. Not in a stupid parking lot. So, your permit? That's way cool. I can't wait for my permit. I'm too excited about driving. But, most others... probably aren't excited about me driving. Just an instinct. I think I'm gonna blow this popsicle stand. Check ya later. LLL. Labels: old guy crush |
Slid down the rainbow at 9:51 PM  |
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I notice you changed your little About Me thing again. And I've been excluded. How sad.
Anyway, I'm not gonna make fun of you for the restaurant thing, because, honestly, it had never occurred to me either, and I do that ALL THE TIME. By "that" I mean, I know things, but I don't connect them, and it comes off as me being really stupid.
So no ridicule.
Second, I'm so glad you've finally sorted out your old guy crush. And still, no ridicule. Why'd you think I'd make fun of you on that one? I've got a crush of frickin' MacGyver.
It was fun when you braided my hair. I liked that I could flop the braid over my head :)
Hey, you could still be a hippie. Easily. In our town, it's not that weird.
But yeah, I would've loved to be born just a little bit earlier. I love the 50s.
I'm about to email you, so check it.
I didn't get my permit, because my MOTHER lost my birth certificate.
I'm not worried about your driving because you're more responsible than your brother.
Interesting that you put check ya later, cause the other day I was gonna put "check ya". It was in this book I read, and the really really cute guy (ya know, in my head) said it a lot.
Anyway. Bye bye. Check your email.
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I notice you changed your little About Me thing again. And I've been excluded. How sad.
Anyway, I'm not gonna make fun of you for the restaurant thing, because, honestly, it had never occurred to me either, and I do that ALL THE TIME. By "that" I mean, I know things, but I don't connect them, and it comes off as me being really stupid.
So no ridicule.
Second, I'm so glad you've finally sorted out your old guy crush. And still, no ridicule. Why'd you think I'd make fun of you on that one? I've got a crush of frickin' MacGyver.
It was fun when you braided my hair. I liked that I could flop the braid over my head :)
Hey, you could still be a hippie. Easily. In our town, it's not that weird.
But yeah, I would've loved to be born just a little bit earlier. I love the 50s.
I'm about to email you, so check it.
I didn't get my permit, because my MOTHER lost my birth certificate.
I'm not worried about your driving because you're more responsible than your brother.
Interesting that you put check ya later, cause the other day I was gonna put "check ya". It was in this book I read, and the really really cute guy (ya know, in my head) said it a lot.
Anyway. Bye bye. Check your email.