thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I did this on a dare. No. Well Melissa wanted me to post while I was still drink so I suppose I'd best do her biddings, but I'm just full of the same thing I said to Shan last night. And that is...um. Like, see, after the mess on Thursday I've been doinga lot of thingkid, hahaha, and,see, like, um, okay, see, I was thinking, you know, out of that whole group of people, even though I'm always all "man, i'm such a bad person, Dimples is so great to me, etcc etc etec" I mean, who amng them really hangs onto the most of what I say, and catches all my dumb in-jokes on the first bounce? I mean, Pelican makes great drinks but it ain't him, and Durwood is kind of my commiseration buddy in "mooning over people with SOs" but it ain't him, and Dimples and Dinah, I mean, I still don't even knwo Dinah's last NAME, I mean GOD. It's Yuppie. Yuppie is, in spite of everything else, maybe the one who cares the most. I mean, when he's not busy putting his wang in other short, pasty weirdos. That's not my business. Anyway, it was a weird thing to realise because JCGB's always all "he's an asshole, he blows goats" and, yeah, okay, but we used to blow goats TOGETHER, and there are still times, these days, ant the tumb parties, where he's the only person who remembers, and I'm the only peroson who remembers too, and we're all, "remember the days of goats and blowing?" "yeah, I blew 'em better than you did" "nuh-uh, whatever" and where else do I get that? I mean, with these people? stop typing Erin ~ETK 01:39 - 06 May, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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