Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Dear Shania Twain:
Whoever told you that you could wear red hair and bangs, a leopard-print outfit and purple eyeshadow with red lipstick was sorely, sorley mistaken.
Yours,
Alison.
posted by Alison 7:46 PM
Callum says to me that maybe I should just stay at Courtney's, so I don't have to walk home by myself, but I was like "whateva, it's around the corner." Walking down Madison I see two boys outside 67 who I'm not gonna talk to, cuz I know they're cooler than me and I had a falling out wit one when I was about 7... However, that dude's friend sees me and is like "what's up?" (Who hits on a lonely girl at three in the morning? okay, lotsa people, i guess. I suppose he didn't know it was right next to the spot where my mom almost got raped like 20 years ago.) I said "hey" and kept walking, thinking it was the neighbor who'd said hi until I saw it wasn't. As soon as I get to my front door I think about what I should have done, which was stopped, and been like "Dave, my friend had the BIGGEst crush on you in grade nine. And Alex, you remember me, right? You were part of my sister's New Kids On The Block club when you were like nine years old. You came to one of her birthday parties and we put icing and pepperoni in your soda but you drank it anyway."
posted by Alison 4:20 AM
Sunday, July 13, 2003
It is of my personal opinion that everyone needs a good dose of Tangerine at least once a week. I have not been getting this in my musical diet, thusly explaining the lack of shininess in my life as of... this entire year. Hmm.
posted by Alison 2:13 PM
