yikes.

18Aug09

Now, what, you ask, could possibly justify worrying your mom to the brink of insanity?

We were trying to save a dog.

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Tags: idiocy, that sucks

I killed a spider.

22May09

Yes, you read that right. The arachnaphobic girly girl who can barely crush ants actually killed a spider. Well, to be fair, I didn’t do it intentionally. It’s kind of a funny story. So gather ’round, chillins, and I’ll tell you about the time I killed a spider with my ass.

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Tags: idiocy, Sometimes I wonder, sticky situations

FML.

11May09

Are any of you familiar with fmylife.com? If not, you should check it out. If your day is just one big pile of suck this is guaranteed to make you feel better. I mean, sure, we all have those days from time to time. But wow. There are bad days, and then are bad days. [...]

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Tags: FML, idiocy, sticky situations

me? stupid? no way.

03May09

I never thought I’d morph into one of those girls who turn into babbling idiots around hot guys, but, well, I did. See, my parents are best friends with our neighbors. And they have a son who’s a year older than me. And he has a friend named Peter, and Peter’s the hot one.

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Tags: idiocy, sticky situations

I was born awkward.

24Apr09

Today was one of those days. To start the day off right, I couldn’t drag myself out of bed, so with ten minutes until my ride got here I threw on jeans and sweatshirt and ran out the door. Unbeknownst to me, the temperature was going to be 72. Seventy frickin two. And while everyone was wearing cute skirts and tank tops, I was sweating like a whore in church in my lovely “Eskimo in a blizzard” apparel.

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Tags: idiocy, sticky situations

so ‘amour’ is a pile of ‘merde.’

22Apr09

I kind of blinked and said, “Um. Wait. What was the sentence?” And he was like, “It was, ‘Can you leave him a message?’” So I smiled manically and put pencil to paper and came up with… nothing. Absolutely nothing came to me. Zero. Zilch. And he’s watching. And my face is steadily going from pink to a deep, deep red of the oh-so attractive tomato variety.

Filed under: Mike Daniels (obligatory swoon), stupid   |  1 Comment
Tags: crushes, French, idiocy