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a thomas the tank engine tattoo on my right hip.

happy fortieth birthday, sesame street ! i love you: )

i read a postsecret that i identified with so well that it freaked me out a little bit. i felt an overwhelming sense of relief because i don’t feel so alone in certain aspects anymore.

homecoming is saturday.
i just remembered that i need to order a boutonniere por el hermador, my date. eek ! i guess mum will be doing that for me tomorrow:)

• the whole school smelled like my best guy friend. it was weird. i wasn’t the only one to notice it, either.
• i saw one of my old basketball coaches. i miss him so much.
• you know how teenage guys bug each other about their older sisters ? like, “oh, man, your sister’s so hot !” my brother informed me that his friends do that to him about me. it’s weird. i don’t like it.
• brandon, thee brandon, the one who caused me so much grief up until last june when we stopped being on speaking terms, hugged me today.
  me: “why are you hugging me ? you hate me.”
  brandon: “i do. but you were just sort of there.”
  wucking feirdo. emma says, “i think he must love you.” i say, “he’s pathetic.”
• i think i have breathing problems, and i think it’s because of my concave chest.

how nifty is that ? :-)

)))hugs(((

dave: “hello, wnci columbus, what would you like to hear ?”
idiot: “hey, since it’s jimmy’s birthday, i figured i’d request one of his favorites: “pour some sugar on me” by poison.”
^{whatthedeuce !}
jimmy: “uhm, it’s by def leppard, but ok, we’ll keep that in mind.”

my friend, gregg, drives a silver grand am. i happened to have window paint in my truck. jordan had some in her mary poppins bag (she pulls everything outta that thing !). so we decided to color gregg’s windows:) i drew a heart on his mirror, then i wrote, “i ♥ gregg !” on his window. jordan wrote, “gregg is b.a.”
we go to leave.
i realize that we are standing in between two silver grand ams.
oh. shit.
i look inside the one that we didn’t color. there is a one-legged garden gnome sitting in the back seat. his name is rocky. gregg found him at a concert we went to.
“jordan, we colored the wrong car !”

yeah, it took us a good while to clean those windows and that mirror off. but luckily the person didn’t come out and ask why the deuce we were washing their windows. :) haha. gosh, we’re dumb.

oh, and i told gregg. he said that made his day. :)