Monday Bear

So really, I can’t take the credit for that. It was all Mark Hall. He also came up with this one:

Biggie Smallz would have lived if he had more Security. Get it? Like if he had more people around him, he might not have gotten shot?

Remember when Matt used to be MTSU Boy?

I asked him what he used to call me before we dated, but I forgot he doesn’t tell people things.

So I got a tattoo on my breast. A boobtat. It’s a green kitty riding down a rainbow.

No, really.

It’s a boobcat.

Davy Havok walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Why the long face?”

I think that guy on Wedding Crashers is hot. I watched that at a party with Jamie and others (or was that the party where Jamie went shopping and couldn’t come?) and everyone said I was weird for thinking he was hot. He’s creepy hot like Matt.

I hate:

• When Matt treats me like a child.
• Being in Union City for an extended period.
• Not spending enough time with my friends.
• Not having anything to do.
• Sleeping all day.
• Ketchup.
• Not being good enough.
• Not being good at anything, not even Donkey Kong.
• Eating.
• Girls who are threatening to me.
• When I’m sad and I want to hug an animal, and the animal runs away.
• That time in middle school when Hailey Parham asked me to go get her some cookies, and when I came back, that new girl was sitting in my seat, and everybody started laughing at me.
• Middle school.
• Embarrassing myself with assish behavior.
• Seeing people I know in public.
• The Olsen twins.
• That cute girl. Actually, I don’t hate her. I mean, I’d do her. I just hate that she…
• I’m ridiculous. She never did anything to me on purpose. She can’t help it she’s so freaking cute. I’m going to stop being jealous of her.

I love:

• Taco Bell.
• The Weakerthans.
• Holly, Jade, Lia, Mary.
• Matt.
• Matt’s family.
• Cuddling in the morning for ages.
• Coffee.
• Cleaning out brushes of all sorts.
• Cursing at some asshole driving 80mph in a 55 zone, and then 3 miles ahead seeing him being pulled over.
• My friends not being pregnant.
• Babies.
• Old people.
• Rain.
• Being cool.
• Remembering when I used to be even cooler.
• Remembering when I used to be even hotter.
• Not wearing a bra.
• Not wearing panties.
• Doin’ it, in both respects.
• Doin’ it in places where I’m not sposedta do it, in both respects.
• When people say, “Wow, Liz, your boyfriend is hot.”
• When people say, “Wow, Matt, your girlfriend is hot.”
• When people say, “Wow, Erick, your sister is cool.”
• When people say, “Wow, Susan, your daughter is a knockout/funny.”
• Digging through other people’s purses. Especially Holly’s when she’s not looking.
• Sitting indian style at Steve and Holly’s wedding, smoking a peace pipe, nodding in agreement with the ordainer.
• At least the pictures will be great.
• I love you guys.
• Being goofy with Colleen.
• Smoking cigarettes when Matt isn’t looking.
• Just kidding, Monday Bear.
• My new and improved Monday Bear ice cubes.
• My new tattoo.
• Applying makeup.
• Cooking something that turns out okay, or even good.
• Being cute.
• Singing. I love singing.
• Taking showers with people, except not when I’m wearing makeup.
• Blogging.
• Chemistry.
• Actually, just Dr. MacDougall.
• Finding my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s name on a bathroom wall:

So really, that whole List bidnaz was about this photograph. I found this writing on a paper towel thing in the Women’s bathroom on the 2nd floor of the KUC.

Here is some proof it was not me:

1. I do not go to the KUC that often.
2. I know how to spell her name correctly: It is with an ie, not a y.
3. That’s not my handwriting.

Here is some proof that it was not photoshopped:

1. I do not know how to use photoshop.
2. I’m not even sure if have photoshop on my computer.
3. Self photography.

But just for the record, I do feel sorry for the girl.

So in conclusion, please tell me: What do you do with a hungry man?

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