Topic: Dear Diary...........OMG another Diary Part 120 + - part 24 | |
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Edited by
Gypsy41
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Fri 02/27/09 12:38 AM
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For instance.....if I click on internet, I have to do it twice or it wont load. If that doesnt work, I have to shut down......not properly because it wont. I have to flick the switch at the back of the tower and reboot.
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dear diary.......I gotta stop singing really bad Sonny and Cher songs......but then again......Im blaming the cheap cali wine....
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Weird......how songs bring you back......to people, places, thoughts, feelings........
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Dear diary......I dont think I should be allowed in the rate my profile area or the welcome members area......I just wanna tell EVERYONE that their pic makes their azzzzzzzzzz look big!!!
I thought it was funny!! |
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<-----does this pic make my azzzzzzz look big???
Why yes it does gypsy!!! |
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I'm on satcom. With my handheld. |
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And so she messages me more.
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Dear diary.......everyone is slower than me!!! Im just fast!!! I was born fast........zooooooooooooom zooooooooom!!!! I cant even walk slow.......its like Im in some sort of race against???? Im not sure yet......
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596 more to go...
think it'll happen this week? |
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All ornaments are in their perspective boxes. Lots of old glass ornaments handed down from relatives. 3 stringers of lights. Now I gotta dust the tree.
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And so she messages me more. |
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596 more to go... think it'll happen this week? |
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DEAR DIARY.........who the hell dusts a tree at 3 am?????
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And now I'm browning some limosine hamburger in sherry wine. I got the munchies.
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Dear diary........I keep staring at this piece of fluff on my ceiling....
and yet I just stare at it and do nothing about it...... |
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It's Friday.
Whoop De Flucking Do Ever try selling Castor Oil to a guinea pig? |
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Fine gypsy. Can't please you. One minute yer critiqueing me that I'm too slow. And its because you've got me dancing from here to there constantly running around like a chicken with my head cut off. There is just no pleasing you. Love ya, but yer nuts.
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It's Friday. Whoop De Flucking Do Ever try selling Castor Oil to a guinea pig? |
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And for those keeping track of that bass guitar I was rebuilding. It was a failure. Put it together. Warped neck. Bad truss rod. Wasted a lot of time there. Garbage canned it. Saved the parts. Just the way things are going lately. Miserable.
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Fine gypsy. Can't please you. One minute yer critiqueing me that I'm too slow. And its because you've got me dancing from here to there constantly running around like a chicken with my head cut off. There is just no pleasing you. Love ya, but yer nuts. |
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