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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 @ 10:19pm

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	Birthday? Apparently I was born at about 3 o clock today. I got a wonderful little plush black sheep from my friend (as well as a white one). Their names are Ichiko and Momoko. Sound familiar? Read up on some TokyoPop. LOL I have this serious thing with sunday morning cartoons, like Di-Gata Defenders and Biker Mice from Mars. I mean, it's kind of childish to love these kinds of things, but they're really cool! I mean, anthropomorphic mice from Mars? Magic stones and fourteen year-old heroes? Can you ask for any more than that? It rained quite a bit today and it was super-duper cold. I had to dress like Juno Macguff and they called me a cautionary whale. Hip hip.

Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 @ 10:05pm

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	What the hell is a BLOG? "Honest to blog?" What is it with blogs? I don't ever journal on Gaia, but I wonder--what the hell? Who came up with a blog and why is it called a blog? I'm pretty sure it's the same thing as a journal, but why would anyone decide to call it a blog? It sounds like something Jabba the Hutt would call his son (granted anyone had any courage mind to bear his son and live). I can come up with fifteen things that rhyme with BLOG and put it into a poem. Watch me: Ode to the Blog What the ******** is a blog? It sort of rhymes with frog Acutally, it does rhyme with frog and also with dog let's add a little Minimog the mini-moogle of Log he records your data into a log not a tree log, but a journal log, like what I am writing in is a journal log he records your data in this log next time you play you don't swear like a hog my friend had a hog Jimmy the hog he was a pig but really a hog half pig half boar is a hog I mean, honest to blog he was really a hog not fat, but skinny white hog he is a dead hog I sleep and see him in the fog our Jimmy Dean sausages hog screaming like a devil dog He told us he came from Prague the heaven for hogs void of any shetland sheepdogs but this is only the prologue to a bigger story about what rhymes with BLOG enjoy my corny poetry.

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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 @ 01:12am

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	New Avi, New Art So now that My avi and name has changed, i must gain new Avi art! x3 Here's a drawing of my own.. and I will add more of the other loving fans later. x3 Phanzzzz!!

Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 @ 10:22pm

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	Ghosts scare the s**t out of me... Okay, so manybe it's not a ghost, maybe it is. I sit here, having never used my Gaia journal forever, and I think it's time I voiced this; someone left the toilet seat up. It couldn't be any of the men in my house, because with a house full of girls, they know they should return the seat to its original position. Not to mention the flowers and love note to one of my sisters. Probably one of her old boyfriends. But how did he get in? Is he a ninja? Does he have our house keys? I was asleep all morning, so I don't know. Anyway, just knowing that someone came into our house who isn't a family member is freaky. And the ghost in my closet wants attention. Fine. I'm leaving.

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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 @ 06:56am

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	The Fourth of July... Hey! Today's the Fourth of July! Today, America has turned another year older, making it 231 years old (if I am correct). This place is older than I am! The parental beings left me at my dad's for the holiday until Saturday. At least I don't have to do the mountain of dirty dishes I left behind. meep I went to my Uncle/dad'sbestfreind's church for a great fireworks show. Too bad that we didn't have any money on us so we could get hot dogs (How I LURVE the Bratwurst!). We're not sure if the fireworks really stopped or if the fireworks guys had some technical difficulties. But we left anyway. So here I am, writing, when all of a sudden, my dad pops this HUGE, GINORMOUS BEETLE into my face. After staring and the insect for a while, he explains that it's a Carrion Beetle. He shows it to his girlfriend and she screamed. Of course, who wouldn't (me, maybe...)? The thing's flailing it's legs at her, for pete's sake! I can tell you I was freaked out, but I never want to see that thing on me. We're getting the girlfriend's youngest son, who's only seven years old, to look at it. Here's the general dialouge: Girlfreind: AAAGH! Dad: Hehehehehee... GF: What is that? D: It's a Carrion Beetle. GF: Get that thing away from me! D: pushes bug closer It won't hurtcha... GF: I said get it away! D: Okay... I'm sorry... GF: grins Let's go get Jake. D: grins back* (*Subsitute name) So, that's my day. The end. I <3 avi arts. Draw meh plox? I tip. :3

Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 @ 02:08am

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	Dearest Redneck Daughter, I'm writing this slow because I knowyou can't read real fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved farther away. I won't be able to send you the address because the last West Virginia family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not to sure about how to use it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain We haven't seen them since. The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second time for four days. About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with those big buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried and hot because it took him two hours to get me and your father out. Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. The baby looks just like your brother. Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated, he burned for three days. Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down. There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened. Your favorite Aunt, Mom

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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 @ 12:30am

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	Your mexican status Check your Mexican status: If you can run and play any sport while wearing chanclas....Mexican status! If your late Tio left you a van and you turned it into a taco vending business, Yes, you're a Mexican. If you pronounce words beginning with the letter "S" by putting an "E" in front of it, (estop instead of stop), big time Mexican. If you call a chair, a sher, you got it.... Mexican. If you have ever hurt yourself and your mamacita rubbed the area while chanting, "Sana, Sana, Colita de rana....." You're Mexican, big time!!! If you have your last name in old English lettering anywhere on your car, truck, or tattooed on your back! . Yes, you ARE a Mexican (proud one too). If you refer to your wife as your ruca, your hina, your wifa, your old lady, or your vieja, guess what? Not only are you a Mexican, you're a cholo. If you throw a "Grito" every time you hear Vicente Fernandez, then not only are you a Mexican, but you are a drunk Mexican. If you have ever been pinched in church and been told "pobrecito de ti si lloras" or "Vas a ver orita que salgamos." Yes, you're definitely a Mexican. If you grew up being called "chamaca or chamaco" ...Mexican. If you grew up scared of La Llorona, or fear the dark because of El CuCuy! Yes! Mexican! Si te persinas with a lotto ticket in your hand before every drawing. You're in the Mexican Zone!!! If you constantly refer to cereal as "con fleys" or cake as "kay-ke". You're a Mexican. If you use manteca instead of vegetable oil and can't figure out why your rear-end is getting bigger......You might be a Mexican. If you have some Tias that dress up in their prom dresses to go to a birthday party at "el parque". You are a Mexican. If your Tias and Abuela dress up in their Sunday best with heels and all to go to the "pulga." (AKA the Flea Market) Then, yes, you are a Mexican. If most of the houses on your block are painted bright pink, mint green, and lavender. Mexican. If you use the bushes in front of your house, the fence, or the top of an old car to dry laundry. Yes, you're a Mexican. If you're congested and your mamasita rubbed "Bicks". You're Mexican. If you ever had a chancla thrown at you for spilling the Menudo...definately Mexican If you have had to babysit your Tio...you guessed it, Mexican. IF YOU DON'T NEED ANY EXPLANATIONS FOR ANY OF THE ABOVE, YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A TRUE MEXICAN. VIVA LA RAZA!!! You know you're laughing your head off. It's all in fun, so don't get all "adoloridos." Just pass it on so another Mexican can laugh too!