2004-11-06 - 9:51 p.m.
"i am an ex-member of the sandwich isle pipe society."
i used up ten dollars' worth of gas going up (down?) to laguna beach yesterday to chill at tim's bookstore and might i say the evening was THE BOMBSHIT. yes, i may. i may indeed.
included in my plans for this evening (so i don't forget them):
oh, um, yeah. veronica--ronnie--came to the store today, and i was like holy motherfucking shit. the girl has changed.
also i farted at work today. it was me and eric and he was saying something about music and i was leaning against the counter when all of a sudden it went TTTHHHHBBBBBBTTHHHFFFTTTT and i got all flustered and all i could think of to say was "and that is what i think of that." so it was embarrassing.
my mom: "do you ever take your eyelashes and bend them so when you open your eyes they're, like, on the inside? of your eyes?"
i took this practice test at the army recruiter place today and it proved--yet again--that i'm smarter than everybody. also that i have "the heart of a lion." so that was good.
time for a peanut butter and jelly sammich and nekkid wrasslin' with naomi watts. then i'll be back. until then, toodles.
- rachel
p.s. y'know what made my day? my whole fucking day? i'll tell you. it was when jon picked up the phone, drunk off his little creamy-white ass, and said, "what." and then, "who the fuck is this." and when i said my name (for, like, the third time--did i mention he was drunk?) he went, "whooaaaaaaa! rachel!" and got all excited and cheery. sweeeeeet.
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