Lalala.
01/26/2007
I forgot to say. I had a dream. I had a baby. That walked at three months old. Damn, my babies are super advanced.
Also, a few weeks ago, Tara Reid and I were playing touch football. With men in the military. In a field of hay that had a patch mowed down for said game of football. Also, Tara was blowing a senator (cross between Trent Lott and some other guy) and I was in the front seat with a nice military guy, trying to act all casual.
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loving your writing lately, it’s nice to see you connected once again!
tis also nice to have a shout out, even if it was because i abandoned you in a foreign city of your choosing :-)
so, i was just reading a post of mine in my on-and-off-again blog relationship and came across a comment from you about me one day kicking you ass in blogging. for the record, this will never happen- you are a way more dedicated blogger than i will ever be and i can only dream to be as prolific and wonderful as you!
also for the record, i haven’t written in a journal in a few years… maybe it has something to do with the slow but inevitable un-patching process?
The Un-Patchification of Carrie…there is a post in that! Remember when we first met and I was all: “I have had sex with a few people, whatever.” and you were all doing the inner monologue: “Some Girl is a ho.”
Hahahahha! I’m so glad I just read that. My dreams seem so crappy now.