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I just gonna type tonight with no particular thing to say. We went to the McKinley's party tonight...it was really cool. I wish i were cool enough to be a Mckinley. hmmm. Her brother matt is cute. maybe i can marry him. no. he wont have me. I need to think of another plan. Maybe i can just pitch my tent in thier yard for a little bit. They have outside bathrooms now and they soon planning on making an outside shower. now that i think about it, they have sinks, a fridge, freezer and tables outside too. yup. i think this might work. then, if i'm sly i can trade my tent for one of those sheds that looks like a barn...the nice kind with windows. pretty soon they will think i am thiers and i'll be a mckinley. sweeet. this will work out, i can feel it.

i was on the phone with matt today and the connection got all messed up. turns out, he could hear me but i couldnt hear him. i was pretty sure he could here me so i just kept talking. thats my problem. i should have just hung up when there was silence. i have a problem with silence though. ask anyone that knows me. i hate it. instead of just shutting up, i have to talk nonsense. like today, i just kept rambling on and on about a bunch of crap. if i had been matt, i would have thought "dang girl. shut up already." haha. its ok though. maybe someday the gift of nonsense will come in handy for me.

it's nearly may and i have a little heater on b/c i'm cold. how silly is that? not very now that i think about it.

i'm tired. i think i need to think some more about the tent situation at the mckinleys. yup, thats what i'm gonna do. g'night.

I have a disease...it's freakin AWESOME!

I have a disease...and it's spreading like the plauge. It called "David Is Freakin HOT Disease". I guess that makes it HIS disease, because he's the hot one, but...ummm...i cuaght it and now it is spreading. Christine, Amber, and Emily are also manifesting symptoms. You know you are infected when the following symptoms occur:
- shortness of breath
- think he's HOT
- uncontrollable need to hold his hand
- willingly giving out free backrubs
- breaking out in song about his beautiful...everything
- think he's HOT
- wishing you are not old enough to have been his babysitter years ago (DANG!)
- staring...but who cares. He's HOT
- wanting to take his picture while he's on the hood of the car and making a David calendar
- hopeing that every second of his wrestling matches brings him closer to taking his shirt off
- the uncontrollable need to fist fight every girl who looks his way
- constant state of euphoria and hot flashes
- coming up with excuses for him to show off his eight pack...any excuse will do
- really thinking he's hhhhhhhhot!

ummm. anyway. it's hot in here. i'm gonna go call David before Christine and Amber enter the secondary stage of this wonderful, blissful, thankfully uncureable disease. wish me luck. who freaking cares if he's 19.

Prince and me

it's like this...I will never have a baby with a man i meet from a phone dating service. as much as i want to...hmmm...no. he could give me a fake name or somethin. plus, what if he says he looks like Prince on the phone, but he's really just a skinny white guy with bad facial hair. before i know it, he will leave me and i'll have to walk to Wal-Mart in my flip-flops to pay for my own drink! hell no, not me....i think internet dating and internet babies are much safer.