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Yesterday, me and Jessica went to Tuscon and met.. Bren! I was so excited, I nearly jumped out of the car while it was still moving, cause I looked out the window and reeeecognized Bren. We had lunch at some Mexican restaurant with wonderful cheesy Feliz Navidad radio music on, and ate quite well, yes. Afterwards we took a walk into a part of Tuscon (also present: Sue, friend of Bren) and ended up in all sorts of places, like a male gay coffee shop, got verbally abused by a guy on the sidewalk asking for change, then cussing us and others out when we walked by, found hundreds of Kokopelli jewellry/art, and peeked into a feminist book shop. All and all, very nice afternoon, and I just couldn't get over that I finaly got to meet BREN. (Yes, we compared butts. Yes, they are huge. [I got her beat, I think] Lovely. 8)
I'm a compulsive braider. I don't know why. Whenever I meet friends (female) I just wanna brush their hair and braid it. Last night I turned Jessica into Sigourney-Weaver-At-The-Oscars-A-Few-Years-Ago. Hmm. I wonder if there is a name for treating your friends like life-size Barbie's?
In 1999 I promise to (ongoing list):
- Find the ultimate toothpaste.
- Sing along to really bad songs I dislike just because.
- STAY THE FUCK SINGLE.
- Find new exciting items with glitter and sparkles on them, (current project: to buy the red sequin covered bra at Wal-Mart)
- Show off my bad sides a bit more so people stop seeing me as some beanieheaded nitwitt who giggles a bit too much.
- Be even more appreciative of my friends.
- Get even less famous.
- Buy new band-aid's with animals on them.
- Log off more.
- Make very little sense.
- Strive even less for money.
- Still want to name a future child (very, very distant future) Ripley.
- Stop denying that am an encyclopedia when it comes to Party of Five, Felicity and Dawson's Creek.
- Watch more movies.
- Handle money better (must get more CDs, and CheezeWiz, and Glitter, food, food, food)
- Not take up smoking (considering my phobia of matches, ligthers and cigarrettes, that shouldn't be a problem, but you never know.)
- Not scrape off bread mold and eat it, hoping to meet Santa in another dimension.
- Think such evil thoughts about people I don't know. I'll just wait till I get to know them.
- Not lose any weight - need bigger butt!!!!
- Finish transferring diary/things to jennie.simplenet.com
- Not spend hours and hours on the Pj site when there's nothing urgent that needs to be done.
- Get drunk off of Apple Cider.
- Come home and hug my family.
- Not tell anybody that Jessica Giggles in real life.
- Eat more Caesar salads.
- Not buy any Jewel, Celine Dion OR Mariah Carey CDs.
- Still believe in Santa.
- Get more Tori/PJ bootlegs.
- Buy at least 7 different clothes items that can not just be underwear, bra's, socks, scarves or $8 shoes.
- Miss my Cats.
- Still obsess over celebrities.
- Not join any new cults.
- Still like spaghetti with Heinz ketchup and Danish Blue Cheese.
- Not get stalked.
- MAKE AZIZA CHOCOLATE MUFFINS!!!!
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b r i e f: I think the fabric not used on clothes for Mariah are used to keep Whitney looking more and more classy. Interesting.
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