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| i've abandoned xanga and all the emo-ness that i formly put here.
but if you miss my irreverence and cynicism that much go here:
www.livejournal.com/users/imapeasant
gasp! livejournal?!?
guess what, kids. its better.
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| 11:23 am, Ackerman food court
3 cute asian girls became very unattractive when they began to chant at
the nearby table "e-man" for almost 10+ minutes. I refuse to
leave in dire hope that someone will come up and bitch slaps them for
having a belief in a religion that requires them to piss the shit off
of everyone around them during their lunch. stab. asshats.
5-10 minutes of continous chanting later...
a red-head stops them by asking for directions, cause you know, unlike
everyone else here, the 3 chanting asian girls looked like they weren't
doing anything important.
red-head sits down and begins "philosophical" conversation with girls,
thus ending the chanting. red-head = ackerman food court savior.
several minutes later...
oh dear god, no. the red head has joined them in the chanting.
it's growing from a "3 crazy asian girl" cult to a "3 crazy asian girl plus one lonely red-head" cult.
i better get out of here before my subconscious desire to join them manifests itself.
stab. stab. death.
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| yay, christmas.
christmas in LA, boo....
we usually have christmas down here at either 3 house: my house, my
aunt's place in Vista, or my uncles place in San Marcos. this
works out cause most of the extended family lives within an hour's
drive; however, this year is gonna be different. my dad's oldest
brother who lives in LA had his house renovated and extended and his
kids (my cousins) wants christmas in LA this year. we all somehow
agreed to this despite the fact that we knew we would have to face
friday night christmas eve traffic to drive up there. oh man....
please don't let me to be the one that is driving that night.
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| i'm considering bleaching my hair white. i think i can pull it
off. if not, i'll just tell everyone i'm a japanese transfer
student.
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| November 11
You know what is worst than going to bed to the sound of the
couple upstairs having loud sex on their old creaking bed? Waking up to the sound of the couple upstairs
having loud morning sex in their old creaking bed. It’s like I’m stuck in some episode of a
poorly concocted sitcom. I mean, really,
shit like this can’t be made up.
But the girl upstairs probably has more right to complain
than I do – each time it only lasts a little under 5 minutes. ::put the cheesy sitcom punch-line music here:: | | |
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