2001-11-30/ no template making, harry potter, Sainted Fake Cheese, satan worship.

i think i will not do the templates. because. for one thing, i am a tremendously lazy bastard, as everyone knows. and for another thing, i am not a coder. i am a maker of pictures. blah. i would be using mostly pasted together bits of the codes of others. little of it would be original coding, since i am too impatient to memorize lines of code. lswfkahgvm. the code for this page was pilfered from my beloved lexi even. and such. i just rearranged it somewhat. and so forth. and so on. mshbguahg.

oh well. **flings self from the top of a thirty storey building**

um.

vicki took me out last night to see harry potter for helping her make a pretty webpage. whee. that was a longass movie. but it was fun? i ate three choklit covered almonds and some old nachos with Sainted Fake Cheese.
at one point, i just started eating the fake cheese with my finger, since i adore fake cheese so verily, and i kept saying quietly, "mm... chEEse..." which made vicki laugh out loud. i enjoyed the movie. it was cute. i always love when imaginary candy is brought to life. yay.

after we came out of the movie theater, there was a stick waiting for us in the parking lot. i said, "oh look! a stIck!" and i picked it up and proceeded to poke everything in the world with it.
a friend of vicki's was in the waffle house across the way, and so we went in a said hi, i poking the mustard and reading the menu and poking the friend with said gnarly stick. then vicki had to get some deadly tobacco rolled into little tubes of paper with a bit of fiber stuffed in one end, so we went to a 'convenience' store next, and i proceeded to poke all of the candy and junky impulse items with my lovely stick. the woman at the cash register was telling vicki about every single tattoo she had, and then commented on me.

"does she always dress like that?"
"pretty much." said vicki.
cash register woman- "let me ask you a question. i don't mean to insult you or anything, cause i like the way you dress, i think it looks cool, blub blub blub, but do people like you, who dress like that i mean, do you all worship the devil?" sincere eyes.

bwaaaaaaaahahahahahaaaaa. "nooooOo!"

we ran away, and i set the stick free, to roam wild among the streets of tifton.


oh, my god. i just learned that george harrison is dead. oh, no no no no no. oh, no. for some reason i can't stop crying.

11:32 a.m. E
kat*~