Thursday, February 28, 2002
Oh my goodness, where to start? First off, the great and powerful Badsnake has answered my email and has granted me audience at Rancho Lesbiano, but I must first write an essay on Jodie Foster. She is a cruel and unusual task master…. I love it. I have been all giggly about it. My first […]
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Things I’ve learned during my time staying home: The real Jack and Jennifer on Days of Our Lives are apparently far more lame that I remembered. Jack was simpering and goofy yesterday and made me embarrassed for him. Also, Hope and Bo were entirely too wrapped up in their son’s love life. And might I […]
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
I’m sick, y’all. Bone achey, eye watery, lung phlemgy, cheeks burny, Weetabix grumpy kind of sick. I had that weird delusional sleep that all night. I slept on my boobs and now they hurt too because apparently, I never moved once. The curse of large hoots is the plague of the curvy round sex goddess. […]
Monday, February 25, 2002
I was having lunch with Pretty Penny last week and mentioned something about trying to lose my bulbous ass, and she mentioned that she was surprised because I seemed to have such a healthy attitude about my body and seemed to be accepting of it the way it is. Yes and no. I accept that […]
Sunday, February 24, 2002
Francine had a dream in which I made an appearance. Apparently, I design toys now. Which is tres cool. Or at very least, far more cool than my real job, in which I tell people to reboot their machines all day long. I’ve had many dreams about Diaryland. I’ve dreamt about going to a haunted […]
Saturday, February 23, 2002
So today. My lips feel weird. I keep wanting to squinch them all up into old lady kiss lips until they stop that crazy tight itching feeling. I want to run around and give everyone old lady squinch kisses. ‘Someone stop her before she squinches again!!!’ Today, Esteban and I woke up late and laid […]
Friday, February 22, 2002
Sometimes I think that a person’s job is merely a precursor to hell. It’s God’s way of finding out just how much torment and misery one can take. Today, I feel as though someone has taken a rather large wire brush and scoured out the inside of my skull. I may have to go purchase […]
Thursday, February 21, 2002
First off, I’m completely impressed by the pleas and demands appearing on Levontaun’s guestbook. Some of them made me giggle like an insane elf. Particularly the one that promised a plague of, well, plague. You’ve all made me blush. And now my rosacea’s all flaring and stuff, but it’s worth it to know what great […]
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
You know who my best girlfriend is now? That would be Mar-In-Pink who was the only person to sign Levontaun’s guestbook after I made my plea. Thanks Mar. You rock out like No Doubt, chica. I’m not updating until at least 40 people sign his guestbook and tell him to update (and be nice!). I […]
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
I need it to be spring. Right. Now. As I type this, it is sleeting outside. As I type this, my hair is wet from having to walk to the plebe parking outside our building. You know how I used to park in rock star parking at work? A scant forty yards from the door […]
