tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61395372011-04-21T17:46:25.470-04:00I like your mouth.the type of girl who likes to shake it.milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1083922299459503062004-05-07T05:30:00.000-04:002004-05-07T05:36:07.123-04:00fuck, dude. you know when you can't decide whether you're up too late or too early? that's me, right now, right here. i went out for drinks at the idiot with arturo and leach (in from stl), and all these girls were dancing on the bar. it was cracking, but that didn't stop me from thinking, 'some day, i will be confident enough, and have a less-bloaty enough belly, to be one of those chicks.' of milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1070027435522879632003-11-28T08:40:00.000-05:002003-11-28T08:50:44.236-05:00The funny thing is, I remember making webcam poses exactly like these.
Emo boy-loving cheerleaders. (Read through to her journal and you'll see.) I guess it's not so surprising; it also makes me wonder what high school for me would have been like in a post-Diaryland/etc world. Would the people I found marginally tolerable have been given new depth? Or would it have been like Bridget Jones' milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1070001659820755772003-11-28T01:34:00.000-05:002003-11-28T01:41:08.596-05:00Top 10 songs of 2003 so far*
Ima Robot, Dynomite
Kenna, Freetime
Basement Jaxx, Cish Cash
t.A.T.u., All the Things She Said
Dizzee Rascal, I Love U
Nick Cave, Babe I'm On Fire**
OutKast, Hey Ya!
Grafiti, What is the Problem
R. Kelly, Ignition (Remix)
S Prcss, Spring Garden Drive-By
*based on iTunes play frequency. Songs from non-2003 years are discarded for the purposes of this list, and my milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1070000937625950442003-11-28T01:17:00.000-05:002003-11-28T01:29:06.560-05:00By the way, if anyone wants to help me dream up an outfit that involves the black lace arm-warmers I bought last week at Target, feel free to send along suggestions. Rubber bracelets weren't included, but that's probably for the best, since I wouldn't want to send out the wrong signals to those sorts of people who are prone to sluttiness-judging.milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1069993720896982542003-11-27T23:22:00.000-05:002003-11-27T23:28:49.823-05:00Looking for friends' sites -- gotta bolster that sidebar, eh -- and seeing that their domain names had been gobbled up by porn hucksters; Liz Phair's "South Dakota" came on while I was doing it, which made me remember that watching the Paris Hilton video while listening to other Girlysound tracks was one of the saddest things I'd experienced in a while; Paris's raccoon-in-headlights eyes and the milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1069992940280894002003-11-27T23:01:00.000-05:002003-11-27T23:44:21.216-05:00A very lousy holiday, spent mostly on the couch -- one of the couches in my apartment, not one of the couches at my parents' house. The culprit? Pretty sure it was some bad sushi; I knew when I put it in my mouth yesterday afternoon that the rubbery quality it possessed wasn't precisely right, but that didn't stop me from swallowing it anyway. The symptoms? Nausea, exhaustion, irritability, and milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139537.post-1069991478558795272003-11-27T22:50:00.000-05:002003-11-27T22:51:27.163-05:00Well how can I not be completely for a song where the message goes, 'Ha ha, my rack has yours beat hands-down?' (Or should it be hands-on? Or off?)milkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198142382432005513noreply@blogger.com0