I'm a creative working mother, whose always been a writer. I've kept a diary faithfully since I was 12, this is the new version of my diary, and it's not even secret. Enjoy
Monday, April 02, 2007
And now you are Hookers....
You're both lucky cause there was the sumo wrestler option!
Apparantly I am impatient, though. I seem to be waiting for something, which is the reason I am tapping my foot. Hey, maybe I am waiting for the big surprise that the Scraps folks were supposed to bring us that they never did. Yes, that is it.
Oh, hey! I just saw that you made me and Layni HOOKERS.
Okay...hmmm...well, if I am a hooker, I guess it is okay since I am skinny. I mean, how sad would a fat hooker be? I am not sure there would be enough men who like fatties in order for me to make a decent living. Plus, you'd have to take into account what percentage I'd need to give my pimp. A skinny hooker has a much higher earning potential, so thanks!
Wow. Remember that night Connie? At the Frolic Club? That was crazy! You were dying from anorexia & your head almost fell off on account of you had no neck - but I was all, "Let's get a cab & go to Perkins to get you something to eat & a scarf." So then I snapped my fingers over & over like a crazy person trying to get a cab, but guys kept stopping because they liked my lacy top & leopard skirt & thought I was calling them over, so I showed them that nasty mosquito bite on my shin that I couldn't quit scratching & they finally left us alone? Remember that? How's your neck doing anyways? Oh, & by the way, can I borrow that off that shoulder shirt since you have to wear turtle necks all the time now anyways? Thanks.
No, remember? You & Connie got into a fight over the leather pants, so you got mad & went somewhere else & drank too many margaritas? I think that's why Connie was so aggitated in the picture. [Oh, & you should have seen what Jo wore that night!] Anyway, you didn't miss much. Connie's head fell off & my leg itched so bad we had to go home.
OH yeah......boy THAT was a crazy night. I had to throw down over leather pants......I hate having to do that!! I had a margarita as big as my head that night, too.....I was hammered (in my best Kelsey toddler voice)!
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Yeah! You do love me! I am SKINNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparantly I am impatient, though. I seem to be waiting for something, which is the reason I am tapping my foot. Hey, maybe I am waiting for the big surprise that the Scraps folks were supposed to bring us that they never did. Yes, that is it.
Oh, hey! I just saw that you made me and Layni HOOKERS.
Okay...hmmm...well, if I am a hooker, I guess it is okay since I am skinny. I mean, how sad would a fat hooker be? I am not sure there would be enough men who like fatties in order for me to make a decent living. Plus, you'd have to take into account what percentage I'd need to give my pimp. A skinny hooker has a much higher earning potential, so thanks!
Wow. Remember that night Connie? At the Frolic Club? That was crazy! You were dying from anorexia & your head almost fell off on account of you had no neck - but I was all, "Let's get a cab & go to Perkins to get you something to eat & a scarf." So then I snapped my fingers over & over like a crazy person trying to get a cab, but guys kept stopping because they liked my lacy top & leopard skirt & thought I was calling them over, so I showed them that nasty mosquito bite on my shin that I couldn't quit scratching & they finally left us alone? Remember that? How's your neck doing anyways? Oh, & by the way, can I borrow that off that shoulder shirt since you have to wear turtle necks all the time now anyways? Thanks.
aww....I wasn't there at the Frolic club with you guys......I guess I didn't have ID, huh? ;)
No, remember? You & Connie got into a fight over the leather pants, so you got mad & went somewhere else & drank too many margaritas? I think that's why Connie was so aggitated in the picture. [Oh, & you should have seen what Jo wore that night!] Anyway, you didn't miss much. Connie's head fell off & my leg itched so bad we had to go home.
OH yeah......boy THAT was a crazy night. I had to throw down over leather pants......I hate having to do that!! I had a margarita as big as my head that night, too.....I was hammered (in my best Kelsey toddler voice)!
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