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This is the place where I get to talkabout whatever my little heart
desires. And believe me, my little little heart does desire.
First of all, let me show everyone out there a picture of a really hot
guy. His name is Adrian Grenier and he was in Drive Me Crazy with
Melissa Joan Hart, which was a harmless teeny bopper movie about a girl
who makes over a boy to make their ex'es jealous and the two end up falling
in love. Done before. But it was cute. The only reason
I don't give this movie two thumbs down COMPLETELY is because of the great
and wonderful Adrian Grenier.
Very sexy, huh?
My fellow Heffa Elizabeth found this for me somewhere. Not sure.
Actually, I think he looked better in the movie, so if you're interested
at all in this gorgeous hunk (the official Heffa Margaret seal of approval)
GO RENT THAT MOVIE!
Other Crap
So, um, I was gonna talk about a bunch of stuff here, but I've forgotten
now what it was. I need money. Anybody want to give me any?
If you need word processing done, I'll do it for you. I was the state Word
Processing I champion in FBLA. ha.ha. Never got me a job before.
I should probably just head up to the area office and get a job working
at the freakin desk in the Preston lobby. But that'd be the simple
thing to do. I want to know why there isn't a grocery store on campus?
WHY? Because they'd make tons of money from all the pathetic losers
like me who have no car on campus and no friends with cars (other than
my roommate, but it's not like I'm gonna ask her, I'd rather starve).
I have tons of milk in my little mini-fridge, but no cereal for breakfast.
The past couple of days I've been eating Easy Mac first thing in the morning.
But I only have one little packet--no! two!--left. And I'm out of
Chef Boyardee ABC's in tomato sauce. That's my before bedtime snack,
with bits of Kellog's Corn Pops mixed in, when I have enuf to spare from
breakfast. I guess I could go down to the GIMP (or the cafeteria)
and buy those overpriced boxes of stale shit they have there, but I'd be
wasting my cash card, and then I'd run out before the semester's over and
be reduced to eating a single roll for lunch. So I'm damned if I
do and I''m damned if I don't.
Cows
So, I used to have this webpage up on Angelfire like 5 years ago.
Back when I was obsessed with cows. I had some poetry up there that
my friend the Llama Pimp from England used to say were good. Maybe
if I can find them, I'll post them here. The ramblings of a 12 year
old (as opposed to the ramblings of an 18 year old). Anyway, these
cows, I kept saying how awesome cows were, and how many uses there are
for cows. And how hamburgers were goooood. People thought I
was strange. People still do think I'm strange. But back then,
people thought I was straaange. Maybe I'll write more here
later, maybe not. Depends on my mood.
I found this poem which I'd like to share with you :)
Reincarnation
-Wallace McRae
"What does reincarnation mean?"
A cowpoke ast his friend.
His pal replied, "It happens when
Yer life has reached its end.
They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck.
And clean yer fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life's travails.
"The box and you goes in a hole,
That's been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when
Yore planted 'neath the mound.
Them clods melt down, just like yer box,
And you who is inside.
And then yore just beginning's on
Yer transformation ride.
"In a while the grass'll grow
Upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer moldered grave,
A lonely flower is found.
And say a hoss should wander by
And graze upon this flower
That once wuz you, but now's become
Yer vegetative bower.
The posey that the hoss done ate
Up, with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle
Essential to the steed.
But some is left that he can't use.
And so it passes through
And finally lays upon the ground
This thing, that once wuz you.
"Then say, by chance, I wanders by
And sees this upon the ground
And I ponders, and I wonders at,
This object that I found.
I thinks of reincarnation,
Of life, and death, and such,
And come away concludin': Slim,
You ain't changed, all that much.
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