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  • Originally posted by anileve
    Dear Diary,

    I'd like to express my gratitude for keeping Anna as my company tonight. We've gone through so much tonight. Our bravery in fighting domestic beasts, our mutual appreciation for sinful foods and her ability to pop my veins with that dynamic humor of hers. I also would like to thank my cigarettes which are keeping me from biting my nails or anything else, due to my terrible procrastination.
    Dear Diary,

    The above post just made me go "AWWWWWWWWWWWWW" and blush a little . Eve is the reason I've been a bum all day today...bad Eve, BAAAD!


    We made quite a neat nerdaholics, procrastinatoholics, sitting on our ass all dayoholics team today.

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    • What the hell are you procrastinating on now? It's summer!

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      • Originally posted by Hogg
        What the hell are you procrastinating on now? It's summer!
        Not a damn thing.

        Presently, the procrastinating part applies to her.

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        • Dear Diary,
          I'm happy today. I got an 89% on my Calc. interview (Final) with my teacher. An 89% is good, considering I only reviewed my notes at lunch time adn didn't study at home or anything.
          I see...

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          • Diear Diary.
            I AM IN LOVE.

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            • Dear Diary,
              I am in love too.

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              • Dear Diary,

                I am in love three....with myslef. Now that's what I call true love, top that!

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                • i am guilty of this too, but we women use this phrase waaaaayyyyy more than it deserves to be used "sweet guy" ..i mean how the heck do we know? cuz he has a sexy smile? or nice gorgeous eyes?? or kissable lips? or nicely trimmed facial hair? or a lot of raw sexual chemistry?? or?? he said something that made me happy? why the heck do we attach 'sweet' to it??--it just sets us up for more disappointment---better way to approach would be: he seems respectful and looks nice, but don't bet on the deal just cuz the test drive was a thrill...know what i mean? the engine might break down during the relationship and he'll take longer to turn on! or the transmission might be faulty! god forbid if something's wrong when shifting gears or if his 'clutch' won't work and what if it overheats and the ac stops working!! you've got one hot & angry man on your hands now --you KNOW there's trouble down the road when the tire's flat and down ...uhm anyways, buyers/ladies beware!

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                  • Dear Diary,

                    Today is a sad day in my life... I came back home from a day of hard work, to any empty home. No money to buy a Dragon Roll, no date to take me out to dinner, and no dinner cooked. I felt too lazy to cook anything, being that my cooking will come out tasting like goat's spew on a cool spring morning. So I turned to my only other option....Yes....A TV dinner. It looks like something like this....



                    And perhaps this post might look rather ludicrous compared to ara's profound thoughts, I feel compelled nonetheless to share this sad moment with you. Yes, I've sank to the lowest of the low, I am slowly fading into the background of Americanization and rapidly losing my culinary Armenian values. And what's more? I am damned, there is no hope for me, now no one will marry me....

                    On a second thought, the roasted turkey in a juicy cranberry sauce, roasted red potatoes and steamed beans taste mighty good. Oh well, I guess it's TV dinner all the way. Now all that's left for me to do is stand in front of the mirror and shout: “I am good enough, I'm smart enough and doggone it, people like me! Now gimme my TV dinner biatch!”
                    Last edited by anileve; 05-26-2004, 04:55 PM.

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                    • Dear Journal,

                      Lately, my minty farts have been filling up my bedroom and I cannot sleep. Instead I stay up, watching wholesome late nite television infomercials. I have been particularly struck by this one infomercial about getting in shape. And it's hosted by a really effeminate looking dude. He's pretty famous in the infomercial intellegentsia I suppose, so who doesn't like the loud mouthed kingpin of fitness, the buff hermaphrodite Tony Little.



                      I certainly don't like this Little annoyance. Apparently he has this Gazelle™ exercise machine ( that you see him on flashing his sparkle white smile which he got probably from using Crest™ because if you want a sparkle white smile you have to use Crest™) that will inspire us to take that fat from our body and burn it as a sacrifice to dark his dark Lord, OPRAH ( yes she is behind all the evils of the world and the secret government ). This is quality programming at its best and if you don't think so, I hope you really die by some horrible death.
                      Achkerov kute.

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