Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
You Never Forget Your First...
Journal entry, that is.
This is my very first LiveJournal entry ever, written on December 13th in the year of our Lord 2004. Yes, 2004.
THIS IS MY VERY FIRST JOURNAL ENTRY, AND I AM SO EXCITED I COULD PEE:
I hate it when one stumbles around one's dark bathroom @ six thirty in the AM and winds up brutally breaking one's precious baby toe on the left foot, which has been nothing but good to one one's whole life. Don't you? (hint: I am actually the 'one' being mentioned, and yes, you do hate it when that happens to one, I mean me).
I love it however when one gets to have pizza for dinner and then gets to fiddly-fart around on the computer all night due to lack of significant homework. I know you love it too. Hush, you don't need to tell me, I can see it in your eyes.
One is tired. One needs to lose weight and focus on finding new and better male to love.
"Are you Ron "Tater Salad" White?"
"That's me. You caught the Tater."
Question to Maggie: What is the 'it' that we must cease to hold on to as though it is of a high temperature? Am I the only one that doesn't know? WHY MUST I BE SO WHITE?!?
So actually, I suppose that should be 'questions' to Maggie.
FIN.
Okay, back to the present. I like that I used to get excited about pretty much anything if it meant I could write about it. Also, maybe I'm a little bias here, but I was a pretty funny teenager, journal wise. I'm also amused by the fact that my priorities at the time were so obvious in just that little entry: Pizza, fiddley-farting on the computer, losing weight, finding a boyfriend, stand-up comedy, and having silly interaction with Miss Maggie, who is still one of my dearest friends.
Presently, I still love pizza, I have much less time to fiddley-fart online due to college and working two jobs, am bitter about my status as a chubby girl, I have a boyfriend and he's the best one ever, and Maggie and I still are avid fans of ridiculousness.
Also, that question at the end is refering to "Drop it like it's haaaawwwt." I sincerely, at the tender age of eighteen, didn't know what to drop.
This is my very first LiveJournal entry ever, written on December 13th in the year of our Lord 2004. Yes, 2004.
THIS IS MY VERY FIRST JOURNAL ENTRY, AND I AM SO EXCITED I COULD PEE:
I hate it when one stumbles around one's dark bathroom @ six thirty in the AM and winds up brutally breaking one's precious baby toe on the left foot, which has been nothing but good to one one's whole life. Don't you? (hint: I am actually the 'one' being mentioned, and yes, you do hate it when that happens to one, I mean me).
I love it however when one gets to have pizza for dinner and then gets to fiddly-fart around on the computer all night due to lack of significant homework. I know you love it too. Hush, you don't need to tell me, I can see it in your eyes.
One is tired. One needs to lose weight and focus on finding new and better male to love.
"Are you Ron "Tater Salad" White?"
"That's me. You caught the Tater."
Question to Maggie: What is the 'it' that we must cease to hold on to as though it is of a high temperature? Am I the only one that doesn't know? WHY MUST I BE SO WHITE?!?
So actually, I suppose that should be 'questions' to Maggie.
FIN.
Okay, back to the present. I like that I used to get excited about pretty much anything if it meant I could write about it. Also, maybe I'm a little bias here, but I was a pretty funny teenager, journal wise. I'm also amused by the fact that my priorities at the time were so obvious in just that little entry: Pizza, fiddley-farting on the computer, losing weight, finding a boyfriend, stand-up comedy, and having silly interaction with Miss Maggie, who is still one of my dearest friends.
Presently, I still love pizza, I have much less time to fiddley-fart online due to college and working two jobs, am bitter about my status as a chubby girl, I have a boyfriend and he's the best one ever, and Maggie and I still are avid fans of ridiculousness.
Also, that question at the end is refering to "Drop it like it's haaaawwwt." I sincerely, at the tender age of eighteen, didn't know what to drop.
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