2001-12-22/ no doubt, dickheads, and advice.

take note: she only watches with the hope that tainted love may come on. yes, friends; the obsession deepens ever.

(and yes, friends; she likes no doubt.)

oh. oh, ym ssendoog. someone has left a sonnet in my notes. i. i feel as though i have reached something, though i am not sure quite what that could be.

a sketch:
in the kitchen. i make some small comment in a doofus voice.
mum says="you sounded just like adam sandler!"
i="oh honey, i'm much more talented than adam sandler. and in more areas than just voices."
"yeah, and he's a dickhead."
"mother!"
"oh, i'm sorry. mothers aren't supposed to say dickhead."
"yes, because i might be offended by you saying dickhead."
"okay, i'll try to refrain from saying dickhead in the future."
"well, good. because you know it isn't proper to say dickhead."

(jen-04, i offer this: once you find holes in your back from the knives of a friend, all you can do is ball up the bloody bandages and tuck them into your emotional baggage. and move on. it does no good to dwell. i should know. ;D)


(11:40 PM E)
ohh!! and i forgot to tell yoooooo!!! vicki came all the way out to my house to give me this chrimmah present!!!! she's such a sweetie pie head man. yay for vicki! (i'd tell you what i'm getting her [since i have yet to chrimmah shop] but she might read this... so ZOINK.)
solid gold.

11:00 p.m. E
kat*~