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Gag me with a toothbrush
<< 2005-05-19 - 12:04 p.m. >>

A couple random things.

I was trying to think today about the last time I cried and was hoping it wasn't about a boy or that commercial for ER where it talks about Carter leaving. (I know, I know. I was just unprepared and got a little teary eyed.) Then I remembered very vividly the last time I cried.

On the way back from seeing Velvet Revolver (that day couldn't have gone any better btw), we passed this pickup with a tall wooden wall built up around the bed. Naturally many jokes ensued about what was in it. All his wives, cows, etc. I had said something which wasn't too hysterical, but then again neither was anything else, when AnnaLe cracked up and said, "wait, what did you say?" and I repeated the not-so-funny comment. Apparently, she had thought I said "he's probably carrying all of his pogs." Well, I haven't heard or thought of pogs since. . . well I guess they were never a big concern. Anyhow, I laughed so hard I started to cry. Hehehe, a pickup full of pogs. What a nice thought.

So when I went to the doctor the other day for my big red eye I had to get weighed. I've pretty much weighed the same for the last 2 years - 127 lbs - but whenever I go to the doctor it's always about 135. No biggie, I've never been a weight concerned person. If anything I'd like to gain about 10 lbs. Well, I hopped on the scale (literally, hopped) and it said 124. I came home and weighed and sure enough, now I'm 120. Ugh. I made the mistake of mentioning this to my step mom. Now then, I must mention that every morning when I brush my teeth I've gotten into the habit of brushing my tongue. It feels fantastic and you wouldn't believe how much cleaner your mouth feels. When I do it though, I try to get as far in the back as I can (b/c that's where the worst germs are) and sometimes will cough because of that crazy gag reflex. Not a big deal. I spit and rinse and go on with my day. After coming out of the bathroom one day, my step mom asks if I threw up. No, I didn't. Well, now she thinks I've got an eating disorder.
**Attention, I don't have an eating disorder. Food tastes much to good for me to not eat it and it tastes too gross coming back up to throw it up.**

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Moi
I'm 23 years OLD, 5'7", dark blonde, skinny, working on a butt, and, lately, quite a work-aholic.
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Cameron Diaz (aka Skelator)

sweltering heat

tying shoes

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	new older profile rings book aim notes image design dl		Gag me with a toothbrush << 2005-05-19 - 12:04 p.m. >> A couple random things. I was trying to think today about the last time I cried and was hoping it wasn't about a boy or that commercial for ER where it talks about Carter leaving. (I know, I know. I was just unprepared and got a little teary eyed.) Then I remembered very vividly the last time I cried. On the way back from seeing Velvet Revolver (that day couldn't have gone any better btw), we passed this pickup with a tall wooden wall built up around the bed. Naturally many jokes ensued about what was in it. All his wives, cows, etc. I had said something which wasn't too hysterical, but then again neither was anything else, when AnnaLe cracked up and said, "wait, what did you say?" and I repeated the not-so-funny comment. Apparently, she had thought I said "he's probably carrying all of his pogs." Well, I haven't heard or thought of pogs since. . . well I guess they were never a big concern. Anyhow, I laughed so hard I started to cry. Hehehe, a pickup full of pogs. What a nice thought. So when I went to the doctor the other day for my big red eye I had to get weighed. I've pretty much weighed the same for the last 2 years - 127 lbs - but whenever I go to the doctor it's always about 135. No biggie, I've never been a weight concerned person. If anything I'd like to gain about 10 lbs. Well, I hopped on the scale (literally, hopped) and it said 124. I came home and weighed and sure enough, now I'm 120. Ugh. I made the mistake of mentioning this to my step mom. Now then, I must mention that every morning when I brush my teeth I've gotten into the habit of brushing my tongue. It feels fantastic and you wouldn't believe how much cleaner your mouth feels. When I do it though, I try to get as far in the back as I can (b/c that's where the worst germs are) and sometimes will cough because of that crazy gag reflex. Not a big deal. I spit and rinse and go on with my day. After coming out of the bathroom one day, my step mom asks if I threw up. No, I didn't. Well, now she thinks I've got an eating disorder. Attention, I don't have an eating disorder. Food tastes much to good for me to not eat it and it tastes too gross coming back up to throw it up. lean back<<\|>>jump ahead Moi I'm 23 years OLD, 5'7", dark blonde, skinny, working on a butt, and, lately, quite a work-aholic. more? Warm Fuzzies bunnies cool breezes wife beaters (the shirts, not the people) Scott Weiland high heels Petra Nemcova Check Minus Mischa Barton Japanese-esque cartoons Cameron Diaz (aka Skelator) sweltering heat tying shoes Current Song in My Head Black Betty (bowrm bu bowrm ohOH Black Betty. . .)