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my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

Saturday, September 27, 2003

ass so fat you could see it from the front




baby boy, let's conceive an angel.


i'm looking for songs with crunchy beats. i learned crunchy from stage band in grade eleven. my feet hurt from high heels.
only thirteen days, dogg.
posted by Alison 2:50 AM

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

I've been trying hard to get back into the vegetarian thang lately, but it's difficult. Ham at every turn. Heh.
Today for lunch, though, I was totally veggie... the tofu they have at the salad bar is SO good.
I was all pissed when I got into Shirreff cuz it was all girls, but it's really not something that bothers me now. The first few days were strange, but I do think I've become a full-fledged Shirreff Bitch (title courtesy of Sara) what with the whole hating boys thing. Also, once again, we have the best food.
I think people's whole "what the hell, you don't like peppers and mushrooms?" thing is rubbing off on me. I had veggie pizza and it was so good. It may have just been all the cheese, though.

I don't actually hate boys.
posted by Alison 1:48 PM

Monday, September 22, 2003

my throat's fuckered! i wake up almost every morning at six (if the phone doesn't wake me) with weird coughing times that last a long time. I just said "bye" to two girls going out to tutorial and I couldn't get it out properly either time. I don't want to get sick... everyone's going to get sick.

Instead I'll just have to have margarita's at 3.45pm, I guess... I tackled Andrew in the caf cuz it's his nineteenth ;)
posted by Alison 1:26 PM

i like when i post on venni's LJ and the comment server says "Success!" when it loads.
it's like"yess!": matthew's fist-coming-down golf-yes.

"Yesss!"
posted by Alison 1:40 AM

Sunday, September 21, 2003

There's a really nice breeze coming in the window. Everything smells like fall, and those things that don't smell like fall smell like the ocean. I can't wait until I get some sleep.

Man, seriously, formal was fun.
posted by Alison 1:16 AM

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