Jun 21st, 2005 by Kimberley
today is the first day of summer. and it rained. it rained hard. it rained old school. it rained with a fury. like a tempest. it was like a tempest out there. and my hair. my hair looked like — well it was just bad.
that’s all. i just needed to update.
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Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.Hunter S. Thompson
These are the best days of our lives. That’s a terrible thing to know.Pirate Radio
‘oh yes I wish it would rain down. down on me. Now I know I wish it would rain, rain down on me now.’
—Phil Collins
haha! it’s not fdrunks. it’s drfunks. silly yeti. drinks are for kids!
No rain for YOU!!!
well I’m grunk! grunkl as shirt!
I’m not so grunkl that I will dance though. Oh no, that would just make it rain on you more. And now I’m withholding. Hmmph.
—phil collins
lol. retard.
she’s lump. she’s lump. she’s in mah haid. she’s lump. she’s lump. she’s lump. she might be dead! :O
–presidents of the united states of america
(i *totally* confused all the passing piranhas)
“come on and. party. siesta. forever. come on and sing along. mama say mama sa ma ma koo sa”
–lionel ritchie
(hello? is it me you’re looking for? hahaha what a slap in the face to the blind chick *that* was, and he meant it as a come on!)
hello??? it’s called IRONY. something you’re clearly not familiar with.
also? it’s lionel richie. not ritchie. and it’s fiesta. not siesta. cause a fiesta is a party and a siesta is a NAP. grampa. and also? it’s: we’re going to party. karamu, fiesta, forever. come on and sing along. what the hell with the mama say mama say koo — whatever…
are you high? now. who schooled WHO?
(smells like teen spirit…)
i wasn’t at the- I didn’t have any- No one told me about- I didn’t understand the- It’s not my job to- AUGHHH
You seem *way* too in to both lionel and putting me down. Why don’t you send out an email to all of London? huh? well? I had too much wine to effectively play this game. You win this round, but you’re still totally WRONGTEOUS.
M@
haha. i’m so not paying for those trousers. i have the WHOLE accounting department on my side.
but. but….
i’m not putting you down.
now i feel bad. i’m going to go iron my hands.
Those hands are DRY CLEAN ONLY! Naw, you weren’t putting me down. It was a shot fired to cover my retreat. And nothing hits yer bullseye like guilt
So I’m just going to put you down for 3 demerits and take it out of your bottom later, ok?
you’re evil. and that’s playing dirty. i’m taking my ball and going home.
good day to you, sir!