or Hey, Are You Going to Wizzie Man?
or Hey. Give Me Some Fucking Weed.
or Hey. Give Me Some Fucking Crepes.
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Monday, June 23rd, 2008But if you’re here… then that means… Oh boy…
Friday, May 23rd, 2008So Alley Jo learned, and ultimately overused, a new phrase: Bag of dicks. For about two weeks, everything was a bag of dicks. (more…)
____ is the new ____.
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Hermit crab enthusiast
Friday, August 10th, 2007So there’s been this watermelon in a bag in my fridge for about three weeks now. Matt brought it home, and he hasn’t touched it yet. I probably won’t eat it, because I don’t eat squishy fruits (tomatoes, over-ripe bananas, over-ripe anything). He probably won’t eat it, because he forgets about leftovers easily.
Gabe probably won’t eat it, because, well, he’s Columbian, and I don’t think they have watermelon in Columbia.
You’re not welcome here, Dig Them.
Friday, July 20th, 2007So for those who don’t know, I moved. Relocated, if you will. Instead of ye olde Nashville, I now live in the crotch of middle Tennessee, Murfreesboro. I just a.) didn’t want to live in a dorm again, and b.) didn’t want to commute from Nashville every day like Matt has done for the past 3 years. So Matthew, Gabe, and I have joined forces and are renting an apartment, Three’s Company style. Except I’m doing one of them (more…)
Tattoos, Exotic Camping Lesbians, and One Night Stands in Exchange for Pancakes.
Saturday, June 30th, 2007So I have a new MondayBear.com contest. Anyone who gets my name “Liz” or “mondaybear.com” tattooed on their person gets 50 cents. Either that, or they get to give me 50 cents. Or both. But that wouldn’t really do much, except get you a tattoo.
Oh, and you have to pay for the tattoo.
Tons o’ Fun
Saturday, June 23rd, 2007Advertisement. But it’s not really an advertisement. It’s just part of the blog. Well, part of it is an advertisement. But that’s not until the end.
Sunday, May 13th, 2007So I’ve got this problem: I was going to blog all the funny voice mails (or as Verizon calls them, “VMAILS,”) that Alley Jo has sent me in the past year or so, but I was going through my phone, and they are no where to be found. What happened to them? Are they in a better place? Tell me what you think.
But anywho, here are some I can remember by heart:
It doesn’t taste like apples.
Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 So I think the crazy sandwich lady at McCallie is mad at me. She ususally tells me how much she likes my dresses and says how her parents wouldn’t let her be a hippie and how she calls her old dear mother every day and how I eat a wrap with lettuce, cheese, bell pepper, and onion every day. But now, it’s all business. She makes me a sandwich and hands me a plate. What did I do? Did she find out she actually creeped me out a little bit? Does she think I did something I didn’t do? I’m losing sleep over this, folks.
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Gee Willikers, It Feels Good To Be A Gangster
Friday, December 29th, 2006So I was going to blog yesterday, but I was distracted. I was all set. I had a Diet Coke and a bag of popcorn, and I was in the mood for bloggin’. Then the phone rings. Of course, it’s for my mom, who is at her friend’s house. That’s okay though, because I’m still in blog mode. So I head to the computer… “Wait, where’s my coke?… I must have set it down to look at the caller I.D….Crap.” I had no idea where it was. I searched around the house for (I crap you not) at least 30 minutes looking for my coke.
I looked on every table.
I looked in the fridge.
I looked in the microwave.
I looked by the computer.
Finally, I check in the garbage can, and sure enough, there it is. Of course I didn’t take it out and drink the rest. What do you think I am, gross or something?
So I was ultra bummed about my loss of beverage and failed to blog.
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