meanwhile in middle america

tom?What is it with hip girls and The Smiths? — Merideth

Stuff

All is well. Isn’t that sad? I think I am so used to drama, I start floundering when I don’t have any. I should be happy. I have my love. I have my sense of humor, I have my fish, I have a job, I have red shoes on. All in all, things could be so much worse.

MOM: You’re a graphic designer for god’s sake! You were an art major! My artist daughter and the only thing I have of yours is a drawing from your freshman year in high school! I find this upsetting.

ME: (unintelligible)

Art has been tainted. I may never be good. But whatever. Besides, art reminds me of bad things, people whho’s work I respect and I admire and who remind me of things I want to do, but if I did then I feel like I’d be ripping off a part of my own life that I never want to have to explain to anyone. And don’t want to relive.

God, explaining is hard.

Best of the Web 2001

http://www.elated.com

http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/diaries/
(hit enter and go into “Makeover”)

http://www.usda.gov/oo/colorbook.htm

Frustration

I fucking hate PayPal. So much furiousness.

Why do you have to use a different credit card each time you try to log onto a separate PayPal account? You can’t use the same credit card for purchases with different people’s PayPals.

So much for buying a copy of “Words! Words! Words! Magazine.” PayPal won’t let me. Boo. This especially pisses me off because I have no idea what the other PayPal account is that I have used my credit card with. Obviously, I signed up with it on some other site. Shit. Shit shit shit.

About 2 years ago, I cut up all credit cards but one. I didn’t need them, I didn’t use them, and I wanted a simpler life. I use one credit card for EVERYTHING now. It’s great. Except for when situations such as these arise.

So, any of you involved with “Words! Words! Words!”… I REALLY want a copy, and my money’s good. I can send a check. Or sneak you cash. Meh. Sad elle.

I live on a chain and you share the same last name, as a joke, I sent a bottle of whiskey, as you choked, I knew it made you feel dirty, and I was waiting over here for life to begin, I was looking for the new thing, and you were THE sunshine heading my front-line, I was alone, you were just around the corner from me. Time alone is good, I spend my days in the city, dirty neighborhood, you know you’ll never convince me, so I sold the town away, I couldn’t wait to forget you, I was killed in half a day, I hadn’t time to regret you, and I was waiting over here for life to begin, I was looking for the new thing and you were the sunshine heading my front line, I was alone you were just around the corner from me. I, I’m still on the chain, and you, had the same last name, as a joke I sent a bottle of whiskey as you choked you said it made you feel dirty… waiting over here, for life to begin, still looking for the new thing, and you were the sunshine heading my front-line…

I was alone, you were just around the corner from me.

Going shopping w/ Shannon for slut clothes in T minus four hours and counting. Hooray!

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