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Thursday, July 10, 2003
bah. last night i feel asleep listening to Everclear. i know, i know, but even the coldest of hearts has to admit Father of Mine was pretty catchy. whatever, i suck.
previous conversation -
Me: yeah, the swim meet was okay.
Mom: well, it sure lasted long enough.
Me: i hurt my ankle again when i fell off my fucking bike. it hurts like a bitch.
Mom: wouldn't it be cool if people glowed in the dark?
Me: what the fuck?
Today i went to swim practice. i swim with one leg because i am a gimp sonofabitch. just shoot me between the eyes like the rest of em'.
Shanti and I went to see Hulk, but goddamn Fandongo fuckers gave us a noon time. too bad the actual flick started at 1:30. after talking to a short, balding, pathetic piece of worthless shit that works behind the counters, we realized our options included seeing a different movie, hanging out for 2 hours or getting a "come back later" coupon...for free, that is. cause we hadnt already paid for the tickets? you almost had me on that one, fat ass. he ended up pursuading us with his dashing charm and tittering about "00oo, johnny depp and orlando bloom *orgasm* ...i mean..." to see Pirates of the Caribbean. he gave us free popcorn and soda for not leaving, and we made our way to the theater. before that, i lost all sense of respect for the man when i realized he spelled "terminator" wrong on the schedule. hmm, sweet christ, lets go see TERMONATOR. say that like Ahhhhnold. whatever, Pirates was pretty good. better than T3, at least for the johnny depp aspect. orlando bloom = fruitier than an IHOP pancake breakfast.
baby carrots are actually vegetable genitals.
12:26 AM
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