My Love of Being Clean and A List of Things I Hate
I hate that feeling you get when you've been walking around all day in a puddle of your own sweat and you think you smell so bad because your sticky skin can't mean anything other than stinkiness. Yes, I hate that.
You know what else I hate? I hate that STUPID Spain beat Mexico at the soccer game I went to today. I hate the stupid beaner that threw the cup of beer and got Edgar and I to block it with our faces!! No, not cool.
The game, however, was immense fun. Although I now understand why my father did not want to take me to a game there. The paisas get rowdy, man!! They're standing there yelling "Culero!!!" and "Pinche arbitro ilegal!" It was completely amusing except for the part where a cup of beer landed on me and my boyfriend.
I hate that Bradwell no longer works at the Olive Garden. Ally was already on her way out, so I was already mentally prepared for that loss, but Bradwell.....that's a different story.
There aren't very many people there who genuinely make it suck less. Bradwell made it suck less a lot. Nonetheless, Bradwell, I hope you are on your way to becoming an astronaut, just like I had planned for us. I hope I see you again soon. Never let go, Jack, never let go.
I hate that AOL is a piece of shit and for some mysterious reason has cut off my AIM and email service. What a bunch of hoochie bastards. I should kick them all in the neck and in the unmentionables. So, yes, do not send me emails at aol anymore. Send them to Nenny82@sbcglobal.net
Man...I'm a hater today.
So, now here I sit, after a kick ass shower that I was dying for since the afternoon, verrrry sleepy, and ready to relax in my airconditioned room till I have to wake up for church tomorrow. Cleanliness....it's a goddam dream. Edgar and I had to stop at his house and refresh the hell up before we went anywhere. We were a nasty mess and I'm sure we weren't pleasant to smell. It wasn't so hard...we just used a soapy rag to tide us over till real showers could take place. We discussed this and we agreed that being dirty is for losers, and losers we are not!
Laura threw an amazing BBQ for her Eddie and I had a GREAT time there tonight after the soccer game.
Lola, thanks for the "goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllll" voicemail. It was hot. he-he-he...(do that like Paris)
QOTD
"Where's Stephen?"
-Stephen pretending to look for himself.-
You know what else I hate? I hate that STUPID Spain beat Mexico at the soccer game I went to today. I hate the stupid beaner that threw the cup of beer and got Edgar and I to block it with our faces!! No, not cool.
The game, however, was immense fun. Although I now understand why my father did not want to take me to a game there. The paisas get rowdy, man!! They're standing there yelling "Culero!!!" and "Pinche arbitro ilegal!" It was completely amusing except for the part where a cup of beer landed on me and my boyfriend.
I hate that Bradwell no longer works at the Olive Garden. Ally was already on her way out, so I was already mentally prepared for that loss, but Bradwell.....that's a different story.
There aren't very many people there who genuinely make it suck less. Bradwell made it suck less a lot. Nonetheless, Bradwell, I hope you are on your way to becoming an astronaut, just like I had planned for us. I hope I see you again soon. Never let go, Jack, never let go.
I hate that AOL is a piece of shit and for some mysterious reason has cut off my AIM and email service. What a bunch of hoochie bastards. I should kick them all in the neck and in the unmentionables. So, yes, do not send me emails at aol anymore. Send them to Nenny82@sbcglobal.net
Man...I'm a hater today.
So, now here I sit, after a kick ass shower that I was dying for since the afternoon, verrrry sleepy, and ready to relax in my airconditioned room till I have to wake up for church tomorrow. Cleanliness....it's a goddam dream. Edgar and I had to stop at his house and refresh the hell up before we went anywhere. We were a nasty mess and I'm sure we weren't pleasant to smell. It wasn't so hard...we just used a soapy rag to tide us over till real showers could take place. We discussed this and we agreed that being dirty is for losers, and losers we are not!
Laura threw an amazing BBQ for her Eddie and I had a GREAT time there tonight after the soccer game.
Lola, thanks for the "goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllll" voicemail. It was hot. he-he-he...(do that like Paris)
QOTD
"Where's Stephen?"
-Stephen pretending to look for himself.-
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 1:51 AM
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