mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dibbly fresh! I will now take this forum to praise the greatness of Cream Chicken, mashed potatos, spinach, rolls, corn, and milk. If I were to have a last meal, this would be it. Mmmm, greatness. So I thought of a story to write for my class, but when I really thought about it, it seemed a little too tabloidy for my class. I mean, it's a typical "Mom has abortion when I'm a little girl, she dies, I lose out on a sibling and a mom, I turn anti abortion and do rallies and such, my best friend gets pregnant by my boyfriend and has an abortion, they eventually get married and I'm bitter at life in general" kind of story, but I dunno. I think I can do better than that. Is it just me or does Julianne Moore just totally suck in Hannibal? She looks like she's just reading the script word by word, so mechanical. I listened to the book on tape last year, and I'm just really dissapointed in the movie. I didn't really like the tape at first, because the author, Thomas Harris, read it, and he had a disturbing southern accent. But I kinda got used to the accent and actually looked forward to it once I got into the book. Anyway. I bought Peanut Butter Kudos again at Target last night. I shouldn't do that, because if I eat one, I have to eat three more after that. Oh, dear. Now, Davey, I consider you the bestest friend I have on this stupid place, but if you call my dog stupid again I'm going to fly my ass to Canada and.. and.. do bad things. He's my baby. Damn, Anthony Hopkins is all kinds of fine looking in this movie. Gimme some! Since I haven't done it for a while, here's the lyrics to My Michele, by Guns N Roses. _______________________________ MyMichele, Guns N Roses Your daddy works in porno Now that mommy's not around She used to love her heroin But now she's underground So you stay out late at night And you do your coke for free Drivin' your friends crazy With your life's insanity Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well my Michelle Sowin' all your wild oats In another's luxuries Yesterday was Tuesday Maybe Thursday you can sleep But school starts much too early And this hotel wasn't free So party till your connection call Honey I'll return the key Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well my Michelle Well, well, well you never can tell Well, well, well my Michelle Everyone needs love You know that it's true Someday you'll find someone That'll fall in love with you But oh the time it takes When you're all alone Someday you'll find someone That you can call your own But till then ya better... Now you're clean And so discreet I won't say a word But most of all this song is true Case you haven't heard So c'mon and stop your cryin' 'Cause we both know money burns Honey don't stop tryin; An you'll get what you deserve 8:46 p.m. - September 02, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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