it taste's like orange
music - heart shaped box by nirvana
today was another flashback to reality. i realized how much everything sucks and how much i idealize everything around me, and the way people treat me. i was warm and eating some kind of cookie and sitting outside by myself because i could feel fall and i love how cold it gets. too hot for a jacket but you need a sweatshirt. and then i just sat there and cried by the pond that used to be the town dump. i cried for a long time. everything is coming to me like the feeling of the snow against your ears. that sting that cuts at the air. and then it melts, like the feeling of realization, like that over whelming feeling of calm which lets me know that i've accepted how much things suck. like that feeling after you cry and you know how many tear drops you've wasted and it's just fucking acceptance and i know i can't change anything and i get so frustrated with myself for not being able to do anything about it. currently i am the slut because i make conversation with the wrong people. i'm the depressed phycho because i cry and i can't stop. i'm the idoit because my boyfriend cheats on me and i'm fool enough not to notice. i'm the ass because i can't stand the people i used to like. and i've used up all my tear drops and the knot feeling from all the depairing hating sadness feelings in my stomach is gone and i'm so empty. my body throbs and aches from too many tylenol. i'm slow moving and groggy, my vision always blurred. i don't really throw them up anymore because i've taken so many. i really just want everything to end but my energy is so low. maybe i'm pessimistic and maybe i'm fucked up maybe it's all bullshit.
they can try,
and they'll try so hard.
but they can't kill me.
you see, i'm already dead.
- posted by Heather @ 7:11 PM

 
negative orgasms
music - 10 minutes by the get up kids
1 - cd boxes. i fucking hate them, the way they open, the way they break, the bulkiness of them, the ugliness of them, sharp cornered and oooooh, i do hate them. and the icky fact that the actually cd breaks thanks to the relish and power i put into getting the fucking box part off.
2 - disorganized things. ooo, angry. i can see it now. i know i may seem anal, but everything is so out of place and it needs CLEANING, everything must be SHINY and PRETTY as to keep my ADHD filled mind amused.
3 - my mother. oh. my. god. she is the ipidemy of noggin folk. (for all those OUTSIDERS of the noggin folk observers, a noggin folk is like the kind of man who wears pink shirts and speaks about with his noggin friends like "oh, don't you just LOVE this hue of salmon pink?!" and then go on to discuss lawn grooming techniques, and the women wear bulgy fanny packs and sweatshirts delightly exclaiming "someone in texas loves me!". they enjoy bird watching, hiking, camping, and DIY. they are often seen thinking they are enjoying the "outdoor experience" from inside a trailor. they also carry around excessive amounts of feild guides at all times. you probably know the type.) my mom wears really REALLY high hiking socks, purple wind breakers, ugly hats and doesn't understand my humor. her level of humor ends at puns. she nearly pissed herself when i was being stupid and said: "sometimes i dream i'm being carried away by a giant squirell. does that make me a nut?!". she also feeds me chinese medicine when i become ill, so i end up eating swamp roots. disgusting.
4 - outsiders who point out my oddities. they're are like "oh my god! personality!! like, what do i DO?!" *looks bewildered.* i think they're a boreing lot of people, and they think i'm insane. i think they need to get over it.
5 - noggin hiking trail names. yuck. they say things like "bird trail" and "bustling brook lane" and such. they're so sugared up. appearently "lovely stroll up a bloody big mountian trail" was LYING because i came down wind chilled and soaked and muddy.
6 - over cooked lettuce. smells wierd, tastes wierd, looks like a shat out diseased liver.
7 - people who wear their pants too high. talia knows what i'm ranting about. they are just...80's.
- posted by Heather @ 2:32 PM

 
"yeah, well, i wailed on my mother when i was a fetus." - max
music - tambourine man by bob dylan
hahaha camping was so much fun i LOVED it=). so talia and jo and i went in the same car and saw this super cool bowl cut/mullet children that we ever-so desperately wanted to play with but they were really scared of us. like so scared they were hiding behind the seats and their mom told us to leave the children alone. and then we saw this car that had this bumper sticker that said "Jesus Loves Me! (and YOU, too!)" and all this pro-america stuff and when we drove by ROBBIE (who is the coolest dad in the WORLD because jo has the coolest family; see paul can turn his feet the whole way around and paul is just cool and jo is awesome and jo's MOM named martha made paul and patrick pee on a neighbors fence when she was mad at them lol) holds up a little anarchy sign and jo screamed out the window "KERMIT [as in the frog] DOESN'T LIKE YOU!" and talibum flicked them off and i was just laughing...so i wasn't doing anything unusual, lol. so finally after many rest stops and laughing we got to boston market. and danced to the bad hotel lobby music and put our hair is bad 80's styles. ("heather we are in public!" "WHERE?!") and the guy at the counter was staring at my boobs and talking to jo's dad at the same time. i was really tempted to yell at him. or say "WHAT YOU'RE NOT MAN ENOUGH TO GRAB THEM?!" but i didn't. because i'm a GOOD PERSON. *giggle* eventually we got to the campsite and we played around until MAX AND EMMA AND JODY GOT THERE! sooo much fun! we all hung out outside the log until RANGER RICK (i swear to god that's his name...i know...tragic, tragic.) and escorted us back to our campsites explaining "it's 10 o'clock! some families are trying to get to sleep!" and he was shmanly and so was his accomplice named sue. i swear they made up eachothers counter parts. lol ranger rick had to come over so many times to get us to shut up. =D the next day we went hiking up some 5600 foot tall mountain and made it to the SUMMIT! in high winds! lol it was like 90 miles an hour i fell over along with jody and emma and everyone fell over at least once. i was the last person to the top and i got a round of applause even though i was blowing snot in various directions because of the winds. and it was rainy (!!) and cold (!!). and i looked kind of like a male genitalia thanks to the green hat i was wearing that was rolled at the bottom oddly and my face was very pink. (thank you, max! lol) and then we back down to the little lodge thing. and we saw the MAN! i'm SERIOUS! he had a handle bar mustache, long hair and REALLY BIG EYEBROWS! it was INSANE! and he had icicles hanging from EVERYWHERE! haha =P and i had sleepy time tea and became cranky. and nobody likes that. lol and on the way down i realized i had to take a crap but i couldn't because you had to bury it 6 inches below ground. and that's confusing. lol. and i slid down a lot of them moutain and now my pants are holey. *excitement!* and then i mixed up SWAT team and called them SQUAT team. and so now talia, emma, jody, max, jo and i are proud members of the SQUAT team lol =) and max and jo got in the greatest fucking argument EVER. max was like "i'm the greatest wailer ever." jo - "well, i'm a better wailer then you times infinity." max - "well, guess what, i wailed on infinity." jo - "well, infinity isn't even a number, so you wail on stupid things." max - "well, i made infinity not a number i was like 'yo, mr. infinity, you're not a number, you're a concept. and i'm gonna wail on you.' and the end he's like 'woah, mr max wailer god supreme, i guess i'm gonna have to be a concept because you are the KING of wailing." jo - "well, i wailed on your mother." max - "well, i did too, coz i wailed on my mother when i was a fetus." jo - "well, i wailed on your dad when was i was in your mom as a fetus." max - "well, i wailed on the guitar while wailing on you AND your dad when i was a fetus." jo - "well, they were so easy to wail on, i do it for pleasure." max - "well, i wail on MYSELF for pleasure." hahaha and talia and i decided we are going to have a t-shirt that says "fetus" on the front and "go away. i'm unborn." on the back in pretty script letters like those sparkly shirts from claires that say "princess" or what not. and then we got back to camp and went out for some rockin' chinese food.
I LOVE YOU ACE GANG! GAYCORN'S FOREVER! =D
aaa i love weekends.
- posted by Heather @ 10:59 AM

 
hahaha
music - the best of me by the starting line
eee=) giggle. teehee. aaah today was good except i was in a relatively bitchy sleepy mood but i smelled fall mixed with alex and leaves and grass and sweatshirts and i felt better afterwards. i just love it outside right now: the wind the smells everything. the fact you can get a guy to lend you his sweatshirt when you are cold. i found out my lovely friend chris is transferring! (=O!) why? i lobe you chris don't go!! buttt i have trapped a sex god in my net of feminine charms! ooo wee hee =D lol i'm so excited time for me to go for a walk...i love you awex=)
- posted by Heather @ 7:25 PM

 
fuckity fuck fuck
music - the leaving song by a.f.i.
i concur with lillian. eveything is fucked up. i feel like i'm living in this dream, and i want to wake up but i can't. i'm too tired. everything is a blur and i don't really feel anything. emotions and people pass me by so fast and leaving me with this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. i'm alone. i'm just a skin and bones wandering around looking for and going to classes. making comments here and there, laughter dribbling in my ears and out of my mouth, though why i'm laughing or they are i just don't know.

i am nothing.

people say things to me but i can't understand it. my head hurts and my eyes burn. i can't feel anything any more. there's nothing left but a shell. words don't effect me as they did, they slide off unnoticed, strained into a jar of thoughts and memories i will never look into. all i know is i cry in my sleep. i can't cry at any other times. i can't bring myself to do it. i wake up with my eyes sticky and red; the make up i was too tired to take off gluing my eyes together.

sometimes i think i can come out of my dream state and words effect me as opposed to sliding off unnoticed as they usually do. then all i want is attention. from guys. from girls. from everyone. i want to be the chick the guys want to hook up with but respect. i want to be the chick girls can go to and talk to and laugh with. it's then when words can kill me or make me.

then i remember i'm just thought as of the attention craving slut. guys don't respect me and they know i'll hook up with them to feel better about myself. to feel something in general. girls don't like me because their men perfer me because i do what they want and because i'm too wierd and 'out there'. as soon as i know that i will fall back into dream land. i never remember exactly what was said to me or what i said to other people. in thoughts that do stay there is only good and bad. no in between. no gray telling me that there are good in the seemingly teasing things they tell me. and there is bad in the so-called good, lying things that are so commen these days.

i just want to curl up and lose communication. sleep. let people forget about me and when i come back i can start over again. maybe then my dream land will dissolve into nothing. maybe then i can see things like a normal person does and i will stop hurting. but i can't.

too late for that.
- posted by Heather @ 8:27 PM

 
. . .
music - the scientist by coldplay
i would like to start off by saying i had everything to do with it. you may think that i lie really well, but i know you can tell that i'm holding it in. nevermind the time, or place, or the spinning thoughts inside my head. i can tell my life was about to change when i met you. and if i could ever stop thinking of you, i would probably choke on all the words i never said. i would bury my heart and fall back into some others arms. i could never tell you this because i'm scared of falling apart. it may seem like i can hold this together but its you that's making this hard.
- posted by Heather @ 5:33 PM

 
toot toot!
music - boys and girls by good charlotte (ewy, why god, WHY?!)
so on saturday shaskin, silent lelik and i all went to the taste of boston. fun shit, man. freebies rock my socks. off. and on. and under. i got this pretty heart thing and it lights up when you press a button. yay for PUSSY LOCATORS lol. i've never seen anything so magical in my life (!!!!) fuck you, i know i need to get out more. =) and we played volleyball and i swear to god all cops hate my nuts. seriously! one time, my dog was peeing on some persons stupid little lawn thing, and this cop rolls up beside me in his supid little cop car and says "excuse me, but you're dog is not allowed to urinate on others lawns." i was like wow, you are a stupid pisswhacker. espicially since he stupidly sat around watching my dog pee. i think he liked it. anyway, i hit a (freebie) (!!) beachball over her little fence which she thought was EVER so hardcore and she wouldn't give back. i was like wow, you piece of yeast, give me back my beachball. but i figured that would be innapropriate, as she already was yelling at me. but i couldn't hear her over the ROCKIN' JESSICA SIMPSON, MAN (hahaha, what a shitty singer, she goes to taste of boston lol, she must be desprete to do something). they had a contest to see who could go back stage to meet jessica simpson, so this sailor guy and some old hoochie in a red dress with fake titties went at it for a bit (erlack) until i was too sick to watch it anymore. so we went to get food and of course GENIOUS heather is wearing a white shirt.
around sashkin.
wow. clever heather. *pats head*

so of course i get soaked but the IMPENETRABLE BUILT IN BRA *insert super hero theme song here* comes to my rescue. and nothing was shown.
poor, poor, sashkin and silent lilek. =( then we finally located momkin and popkin and went home and watched MALIBUS MOST WANTED! WIGGERS ROCK ME IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE! woohoo jkjk. and then we all went to cobby's and "chilled like a george washington on a bill" because we are "mad rappers, yo. i'm da shiznit!" and the like.

and today i had field hockey. which i didn't do because i didn't have my stuff so we all hung out and...lets just say...i can't feel my ass. lol thanks to YOU andy, sashkin and lucas. =D haha, and then lucas of course says "hey, that shirt made you get pretty!" i was like thanks, wtf is that supposed to mean, anyway!? damnit, am i pretty without the sexy clothes?!



...hello? lol =P
- posted by Heather @ 6:38 PM

 
katie rocks. my socks. in a sexual way. =P
Babydolcav1 (11:55:30 PM): heather ur my sex goddess
- posted by Heather @ 11:55 PM

 
wow. i had something good to say, but i forgot.
music - white flag by dido
if i wasn't so pooped, emotionally tired, and maybe a little bit more drunk then i would remember. but of course not.

*insert brillant thought i was about to have here*

it's in my head! i PROMISE!
i just need to get my head and fingers working simultamultaniouiouiousesly.
*drunken snore*
or, if i can manage it, at all.
- posted by Heather @ 11:24 PM

 
aaaah
music - boys of summer by the ataris
aaah so this bloody fucking SEX god meanders into my house after a wonderous day with cobbsters and corin. and i'm sitting around, innocently minding my buisness whilst writing about who-knows-what and in pops this kid i havent seen in about 20 years and says 'hi!'.
to be honest, i'm not sure how long i sat there with my mouth open. the drool landing on my hand snapped me out of it and i said 'and you are...?'. turns out william was the kid who's house brian and i stayed in this summer. lol. and his fucking asshole brother (james) was there too. but me and 'call-me-will' the gorgey one and i had a deep and (quazi) PHILOSOPHICAL conversation. and then we got bored.
and i had to kick the shit out of james.
with a pillow because i'm a wussy =) and then will's foot met my boob.
and it didn't leave. but I'M OK WITH THAT! hahaha =D
- posted by Heather @ 11:21 PM

 
inhale, heather
music - here's to the night by eve 6
ok. i'm not so mad anymore. yep. *throws chair*threatens to burn down school*screams*. erlack *regains composure*. anyway special thanks to my lover COBBY for being a wonderful and brillant person to vent to today. lovely. you are yummy scroomboles, cobby. and LUCAS because he is sexy and frolicksome and he has nice eyebrows. and geoff for volunteering to kick some of croy's very feminine ass, and alex for being a sex god. oh, and the comferting was nice, too, lol. and maria for being maria. because maria is just fabulous. and corin for romping in the rain with me. OO and slyvia for being my walking caffenine department. and slyvia w. for selling me that lollypop. and cobby for giving me one. yep. back to cobby.
EVERYONE ELSE I LOVE YOU TOO (in a despising, fuck-you-don't-touch-me kinda way)
- posted by Heather @ 11:24 PM

 
fuck you
music - people = shit by slipknot
oh my god. i hate people. so much. people suck. no one really means anything they say, and when they do mean it, it's so harsh and cruel and utterly unnessacary. i mean, no one really cares. and the only reason they say they do is because they think they understand and they don't. they're all ignorant. no, i'm far from saying i'm perfect, but if i hear one more fucking person asking me "what's wrong?" and then go behind my back (or in front of my face) and say "oh my god! she's such a slut!" because i hook up with guys. jesus christ, it's not like i WANTED to hook up with them all. and it's not like all of them take 'no' for an answer, either.
fuck you, i thought you were my friend. here's something for you.
i fucking hate it when you say 'no offence' to me. how about this? no offence, but i don't like your face, you stupid piece of shit.
B is for your brain, if you only had one
I is for i hope you get a fucking yeast infection
T is for your ugly tits. we all know you stuff your bra
C is for your cock which i'm going to shove up your ass
H is for hell, were you will go when you die.
fuck you.
- posted by Heather @ 9:49 PM

 
meh
music - wow. nothing.
either my brain has fallen out or someone...or someTHING has eaten it.
there is no other explination.
- posted by Heather @ 5:41 PM

 
confused
music - minority by green day
i don't understand boys today.
not the little ones with rolled up socks for breasts.
or the big ones with rolled up socks for brains.

sog
snivvle
muhg
feh

*sound of brain running out of ears*
- posted by Heather @ 5:40 PM

 
poetry. amazing.

May 25, 2003
From The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


Saturday, February 08, 2003
My Minds Cliff
The words I say just fade away
like useless breaths of air
Nothing above nor below
unless I truly beleive it's there
This branch I see,
It's not meant for me,
It waits for a person I can never be,
Tears of blood spill from my eye,
The only truth I know
Is that the world is one big lie
I am like the last flame in a dying candle,
all of the world's expectations,
Just validate the truth that I can't handle,
It's so hard yet so simple to end this life,
It takes a whole lot of courage,
and one kitchen knife.
- posted by Heather @ 5:38 PM

 
now time for my actual posts.
really! thongs are just underware gone retarted! ~renee

Friday, February 14, 2003
fly, little text messges! fly!
OMG i was thinking about julie today IMing me from her cell...and i got a really wierd idea. i've seen her using it before and i WATCH as she pressed the 'send' button on her phone, and there was the little logo, the envelope with little flapping wings, and away went her text message, into the air, magically knowing just where it was going, like a tiny 2d carrier pigeon.

sometimes i think about how text messages find the right phone. i mean, how do THEY know after all? what is this? supieror intelligence?
(the even more fantastic thing about my logical leap is that i believe that voices don't have a problem finding the right phone, but somehow text messages do. obviously, my brain needs some more help.)

suddenly, you can imagine the air full of them, tiny buzzing envelopes, whizzing past your ear, on an important errand, trying to find the right phone.

imagine if you could see them all, and imagine further if you could see the words, floating past you;
'i miss you',
'i love you',
'phone me',
'y r u ignoring me?'
(and other mis-spelled annoyances. i do hate those. i'm ignoring you because you don't seem to 'b' able '2' spell 'are', even though you're a university-educated executive. stupid head.)
'i want you'
'you busy?'
'where are you?'
'i'm wearing your pants'

imagine if you could see the words, all those conversations floating, zipping past your head, around buildings, over bridges, tiny little things, size of a fly, but an envelope instead. with wings.

try it when you're walking down the street...
if you try hard enough, you can see them everywhere.

jesus sorry about that wasted time.

Friday, February 14, 2003
ugh. valentines day crash
i'm so pathetic. i stole an envelope and drew a big heart on it, and put it by my bed. i am not fooled. but i think my cat might be. i think she is jealous.
either that or she has some other reason for trying to sleep on my face.

and why has google gone all valentiney? *sulk*.

i really want a tee-shirt that says "what would scooby doo?"
shut up, you.

Sunday, January 12, 2003
on the forth day she fell over again because it really really hurted.
uhg. i hate dentists. i've always hated dentists, ever since that severe woman with long black hair that insisted on giving me all the details of her complicated and rather messy divorce (with stresses and puctuation) while drilling holes in my teeth. i was 7.
i kept crying.
she called me names.
ever since then i've been a complete wuss when it comes to teeth, which is a shame, as i inherited my mother's weak enamel (she didn't want it anymore), and dentists and i have been regular playmates ever since.
my next check up *shudder* is soon.





yeah. unfortunetly, those are all of my strokes of genious. lol
- posted by Heather @ 5:34 PM

 
wonderous conversations with my all time FAVORITE people

Thursday, May 01, 2003
i love this woman. i really, really do.
Talihousecooky (8:12:48 PM): you will never guess what my grandfather just asked me over the phone
heatheramble (8:13:39 PM): mmm
Talihousecooky (8:13:41 PM): he asked me if i was married yet
heatheramble (8:13:49 PM): HAHAHAH
heatheramble (8:13:50 PM): HAHAH
Talihousecooky (8:13:56 PM): i told him yes just to confuse him a bit and he got so exited
heatheramble (8:14:05 PM): LOL
heatheramble (8:14:05 PM): HAHA
heatheramble (8:14:08 PM): I LOVE YOU
Talihousecooky (8:14:14 PM): nearly pissed himself the poor senilelittle bundle of joy

Tuesday, April 22, 2003
BRIAN! YAY! I WANT TO HAVE HIS CHILDREN! whee!
bluecrackle64 (10:58:11 PM): so, if ya need me call me, if u cant call, signal me in moarse code... if that fails, speak in the tongue of the humpback whale
bluecrackle64 (10:58:21 PM): or the elephant
bluecrackle64 (10:58:33 PM): or that screaming monkey
bluecrackle64 (10:58:45 PM): my personal favorite


Tuesday, March 04, 2003
charlotte is so beautiful
Lilacfaerie (8:23:55 PM): ok my nose needs extra special help and its own therapist

Lilacfaerie (8:26:16 PM): i lyk that word neehee -insert blank stare HERE- i remember the days when i lived on a coconut island and once day i shook a tree..thats all i remember

Lilacfaerie (8:33:44 PM): HAHAHA I AM HAVING A WONDERFULLY DELICIOUS CONVO WITH A OLD MAN IN A DOMINO GAME
Lilacfaerie (8:33:45 PM): HAHAHA
heatheramble (8:34:02 PM): LOL WTF
heatheramble (8:34:03 PM): lol
Lilacfaerie (8:35:34 PM): HAHAHA THIS IS VERY EXCITING

Saturday, March 01, 2003
elise makes me smile inside:)
helloelise (9:17:40 PM): *hug*
helloelise (9:17:42 PM): there!
helloelise (9:18:46 PM): heatherr
helloelise (9:18:51 PM): you are cool
helloelise (9:18:56 PM): youve got wonderful hair
helloelise (9:19:09 PM): an awesome personality that could get anyone off drugs in a second
helloelise (9:19:11 PM): lol
helloelise (9:19:16 PM): a wonderful smile
helloelise (9:19:20 PM): and you just like
helloelise (9:19:23 PM): light up a room
helloelise (9:19:24 PM): honestly
helloelise (9:19:40 PM): the person who hires you when you are working age will save a lot on electric bills
helloelise (9:19:46 PM): you are pretty, smart, funny
helloelise (9:19:49 PM): kind
helloelise (9:23:08 PM): honestly
helloelise (9:23:25 PM): you made like a bandit in the gene pool
helloelise (9:23:35 PM): any guy would be lucky to have you

Wednesday, January 22, 2003
wootwoot! lol
DingoDawg (7:16:28 PM): can you change your name to amazing or something like that so i could say, "im fuckin amazing"

haha. i vin!
heatheramble [7:12 PM]: hola?
heatheramble [7:12 PM]: CALLING ALL CHARLOTTES TO THE MOTHER SHIT
heatheramble [7:12 PM]: *meeeep*
heatheramble [7:12 PM]: *meeeep*
heatheramble [7:13 PM]: *insert voice here*
heatheramble [7:14 PM]: THERE HAS BEEN AN EMERGANCY SEARCH FOR CHARLOTTE DISPATCH
heatheramble [7:14 PM]: IMMEDIATLY, LEAVE YOUR BASE AND FIND HER
heatheramble [7:14 PM]: LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED
heatheramble [7:15 PM]: U NEVER KNO WHERE SHE MIGHT B HIDING
heatheramble [7:15 PM]: and if you HAPPEN TO SEE A DANCING, CROSS EYED SHORT ONE
heatheramble [7:15 PM]: ATTACK!
heatheramble [7:15 PM]: ITS HER ATTEMPING TO BLEND INTO THE BACKROUND
heatheramble [7:15 PM]: OF OTHER DANCING CROSS-EYED MIDGETS

*dundundun*

Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: HAHAHAHAHA
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: AHHHHH
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: DYING
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: GASP
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: LOL
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: LMAO
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: OTFL
Lilacfaerie [7:16 PM]: HAHAHAHAHA

Thursday, January 23, 2003
ewise! yay!
heatheramble (7:02:09 PM): if ur not off to lephrochaun land, were they wear green plaid and steal things, then were the fuck are you going?
heatheramble (7:02:14 PM): hehe, heather has a potty mouth!
helloelise (7:02:21 PM): ewwie!
helloelise (7:02:35 PM): i just visualized a head with a flushy thingy on the side instead of an ear

LATER...

heatheramble (7:15:34 PM): increddinly smrt
helloelise (7:15:41 PM): haha, increddinly smrt
helloelise (7:15:49 PM): thats like, an oxymoron in itself

Saturday, December 28, 2002
avia rocks the socks of THE donkey
smilemon (8:44:47 PM): i thought u were a snotty slut before i got to know you. i was totallyt wrong. ur really cool
smilemon (8:44:56 PM): don't take offense to that
smilemon (8:45:09 PM): ur really awesome


- posted by Heather @ 5:27 PM

 
welcome...do come in
music - my own summer by the deftones
HEY well i was getting VERY extremely angry at my old bloggy so i'm making a new one. and because some of my past entries were too fabulous for WORDS (not ALL, thank you very much but SOME) so i've taken the liberty to post them here along with my new entries. enjoy.
- posted by Heather @ 5:11 PM