bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sleeves are rolled you know what's fucked up? i had chinese food two nights ago, and on the back of my fortune was a fucking advert for half.com! a friggity advertisement! it did, however say that i'd get 5 bucks off, 'tho... but aren't the fortunes of fortune cookies, i dunno, sacred or something? even the backs, even tho all they have are 'your luck numbers' and the chaecters for word you probably wouldn't use anyway? what if i *need* those lucky numbers? what if the only way i'll ever afford to buy a house is to win the lottery? what then? it's also fucked up, that somewhere in this area of hyattsville/college pk md/ mt. ranier that there is some CB-er with the handle triple 8 who is bleeding through loud and clear on our phone lines. not a cell phone. not a cordless phone...a land line. he is so loud, sometimes i can barely hear the person i'm talking to. mr. triple 8 sir, if ever i find you, i'm punching you square in the nose. think i'm foolin'? my sleeves are rolled UP! yesssir...roled *thefuck* up. 6:04 p.m. - 2001-10-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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