I haven't been able to write in this journal becaaaaaaaaaaaause... Keeping two journals is hard, y'all. I use all of my material at another site! And it's hard.
Whenever I come to the update and edit your journal page, a song pops into my head.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.
Oh, snap. Jon Stewart -- excuse me, HOWARD DEAN -- just sang that three seconds after I typed out those lyrics. I
TiVo. I the Daily Show. I also seriously adore the Howard Dean medley Howard Stern put together. It had me in stitches. Bitches get stitches. And so do snitches.
I went to Cirque du Soleil, and I'm buzzing from champagne (pronounced like the Connoisseur -- champahn-yuh) at the VIP tent. Why was I in the VIP tent? Byron's ex-LOVAH Viktor is in the Russian bars act. He is strong like bull. He was a "catcher." He held bars and full-grown men jumped and flipped on said bars, and it was impressive, and Viktor is hot. There were also frolicking, prancing swishy ponces and fan-dancing ladies and spangled dancers and contortionists and manipulators and A STRONG MAN WITH A FU MAN CHU, WHICH WAS AWESOME.
Yeah, so Viktor got us some comps because Viktor wanted sex, and Byron wanted sex, and yay for them. During intermission, I went backstage, and I met a boy named Mathieu, and he had short platinum dreads, and we made out for a full 30 minutes, and I'll never see him again because he's Canadian, and I am a kiss-slut. Is kissing cheating? I have a boyfriend, and his name is NOT Mathieu.
I think I had too much champagne. My head hurts now. I have a geology class tomorrow morning at 10 am, and I should go to bed now.
I'm going to write more in my other journal lately... I've written quite a few (long) entries there. I think I'll do a long review of the circus there tomorrow.
Whenever I come to the update and edit your journal page, a song pops into my head.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.
Oh, snap. Jon Stewart -- excuse me, HOWARD DEAN -- just sang that three seconds after I typed out those lyrics. I
TiVo. I the Daily Show. I also seriously adore the Howard Dean medley Howard Stern put together. It had me in stitches. Bitches get stitches. And so do snitches.
I went to Cirque du Soleil, and I'm buzzing from champagne (pronounced like the Connoisseur -- champahn-yuh) at the VIP tent. Why was I in the VIP tent? Byron's ex-LOVAH Viktor is in the Russian bars act. He is strong like bull. He was a "catcher." He held bars and full-grown men jumped and flipped on said bars, and it was impressive, and Viktor is hot. There were also frolicking, prancing swishy ponces and fan-dancing ladies and spangled dancers and contortionists and manipulators and A STRONG MAN WITH A FU MAN CHU, WHICH WAS AWESOME.
Yeah, so Viktor got us some comps because Viktor wanted sex, and Byron wanted sex, and yay for them. During intermission, I went backstage, and I met a boy named Mathieu, and he had short platinum dreads, and we made out for a full 30 minutes, and I'll never see him again because he's Canadian, and I am a kiss-slut. Is kissing cheating? I have a boyfriend, and his name is NOT Mathieu.
I think I had too much champagne. My head hurts now. I have a geology class tomorrow morning at 10 am, and I should go to bed now.
I'm going to write more in my other journal lately... I've written quite a few (long) entries there. I think I'll do a long review of the circus there tomorrow.
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makaveli:
1st time posting to your journal so I just wanted to say hi 
So Hi :hugs: 
So Hi :hugs: 
sequoia:
ha ha, you're rad! i enjoyed your journal and profile... cheered me up a bit (i'm at home feeling bleh today). it was nice to see such a long ass list of things that make you happy. i'm a bit of a lenguaphile (god i hope that's really a word) myself, so i am very sympethetic to your plight for proper grammer. :-) i hope your day rocks.