Monday Bear

So just as soon as I write the blog “There’s nothing I hate worse than stupid myspace layouts”, Tom goes and gays up the whole front myspace page. Seriously, there’s nothing gayer than that. Nothing against superman, but geez, guys, a busy background never did anything but hide someone’s hips. And let’s face it– I don’t see any big hips around here!

*looks down*

So today, Emily called herself a “big woman”. I thought one had to be a big fat black woman to be called “big”.

Big is beautiful…

…

So if you’ll notice, when you click “read more”, a little thing comes up that says “Fetching Blog.” As a Liz, I was for certain that it said “Felching Blog.” When I saw that, I thought, “Hey! I never blogged about felching!”
This, my friends, is pitiful. Liz, mistress of all things disgusting, has never blogged about felching. This needs to change. So here goes:

You know? I can’t recall a single felching incident I’ve ever experienced. Sorry, folks.

So I was watching futbol today and listened to what the announcer guys had to say. They are dirty dirty men, let me tell you:

“Nothing’s going anywhere, though. There’s no penetration. Nothings getting in between or in behind.”

“If you keep so many things around your box, something bad is going to happen eventually.”

And how.

I talked to Dan today. He sang me some Ben Lee, because I hinted that I wanted him to sing this particular song… in the Dan way.
“Baby are you cold, are you cold, baby I can wrap you up, wrap you up, in my luv…”
Lia, you know what I’m talking about.

Make a wish; It’s 11:11. Like in my 2nd favourite song.

Oh my gawd! A huge Gallynapper crawled up on the screen!

So I hurt my knee real bad at ballet today : ( It did that thing where it locks up and I can’t move it without forcing it, which I’m sure damages something. That happened during CATS, and I couldn’t scream an expletive. Welp, after this morning, it still doesn’t feel right. I haven’t even gotten to whine about it. Sure, I got to tell one or two people about it, but this calls for some serious pissing and moaning.
Of course Matt is always good for some bitching, but you know, he’s in the middle of a field, and cellophones aren’t that great in such locations, so I just gave him soccer scores and we “I love you”ed and that was all.
I just really want to cry and bitch and whine and piss and moan about this knee. It hurts real bad : ( I might not be able to dance or wear high heels or play out in the yard with my kids.

Speaking of which, I’m ecstatic that I’m finally going to be eighteen, but

1. I won’t have dental and health insurance anymore
2. My mom can’t sing “Dancing Queen” to me anymore

So I have a favour to axe of all of you. In my next month and a half of childhood, can you all sing “Dancing Queen” to me every time you see me/ call me? Kthanks.

I am really tired. The only thing I hate about going to bed, though, is washing my face. I wish I had servants to do that for me. And feed me grapes.

Skinned, please.

I miss a bunch of people. Jade stopped by today. That was nice. She ate a nutty buddy.

“So I told him, ‘You can do anything you want to me. You’re just not sticking it up my butt.’”
- Jade

“Holly, you need to grow some balls. Speaking of, those jeans look really good on you, Steve.”

So in conclusion, my fouth grade English teacher called me a slut tonight. No, really.

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