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this is my favorite pic of me and leeann. we are tan and fancy but plain. its also from a year and a half ago. damn gina. when we die:
"r.i.p. leeann c***: she was fancy, but also plain"
"r.i.p. fran***** dlt: she was fancy, but also plain as well"
thats assuming that leeann dies first. actually, mine should read:
"r.i.p. l*** fran***** d******* dlt s**: her name was so long she was lazy, but not unintelligent, much like a sloth"
or something like that.
i forgot to tell you
john and i went to my 5th year mka reunion
welcome to the shit show
this is my last shot
i have no idea what i said to mark besides, "let's do a shot!"
who the hell would have known mark centola would be there
that was after kit, chris v, john and i arrived promptly at 8:10pm and met up with sammy lee in the parking lot because NO ONE else was there yet
we were determined to have our $15 worth of open beer/wine bar (which RAN OUT of yuengling in the first minute we were there)
we did
i hate you because you never care as much as i do
because you go to bed too early
because you wont let me grieve
because youre selfish
because you use
because you forget things
because you throw me away
because i cry
because i eat too much
because i stay up too late
because i want to talk
because i have a cat
because i want to sit
because i give you things
and you take them
someone is stealing my free week subscription to the new york post.
leeann and i went to pathmark and the sign next to the mangoes said, "MANGO"S", which is neither mangoes or Mango's. i hated it so much, i scribbled out the " with a pen. see, THIS IS WHY FOREIGNERS THINK AMERICANS ARE STUPID. we (collective we, really not including me and the readers of I.W.W.W.W.) can't even retain elementary school lessons.
don't cut in line.
don't push.
if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
work, play, whatever.
blah blah blah i hate you.
i almost forgot to tell you about how SUCKY cold stone creamery in west orange, NJ is.
it SUCKS.
scoopergirl "amanda" was on the phone for 5 minutes in the front of the store before going to the back to get one of the 2 girls on break to come serve us.
then i went to the one in upper montclair and it rocked and they sang "i love waffle cones" to the tune of joan jett's "i love rock 'n' roll."
i got coffee ice cream with brownie.
speaking of ice cream, kit and i were watching unwrapped the other day and there was an ice cream company that makes any flavor you want, including turkey and gravy. yum...?
ok i was eager to show off mr. so i took a pic of him on my cameraphone and i didn't bother to clean up the floor where he was sleeping. just before i took the pic i said, "smile mr.!" and he looked up.
HE IS SO SMART.
i love him.
sometimes he lays out all twisted so you can pet his tummy and his back at the same time. i'll try to get a pic of that too.
ooh i forgot to tell you that i got a kitty, well eric and i found him in the street.
his name is mister kitty face cat de la torre (Mr. KFC de la Torre, or just "de la Torre, Mr. Kitty" on his vet file folder).
anyway, i just wanted to say that i picked him up today while he was sleeping and turned him over to cradle him like a baby (which he kinda likes), and i saw his MANLINESS sticking out of his pee area.
I KNOW HOW GROSS IT IS, BUT IF I HAVE TO KNOW, SO DO YOU.
leeann, eric and i had the worst experience at the olive garden on broad and chestnut.
first, eric and i were late meeting leeann because of traffic from move in, yadda yadda yadda. i can't tell leeann's story (what happened while she was waiting for us), but i certainly can tell you what happened from when we arrived to leeann and the outdoor table.
as we sat down, leeann was receiving her second bowl of neverending pasta. i sat on the lower end of the sloped table, making me seem like a 5 year old at the kiddie table at thanksgiving dinner. then we waited ten hours until the waiter returned to take our orders of neverending pasta and salad and breadsticks. i called him back for utensils, but he just ran away. by the way, his name is nicholas c. he returned with salad and cheese, and then went for a walk or something, because he was nowhere to be seen. leeann is a truck, you know, and she ate that bowl of pasta just as quickly as we ate the salad. then we sat and watched the potted tree fall on the man sitting at the table next to us (twice), and watched the man 2 tables over from us be served by TWO waitresses.
finally, we asked one of the waitresses if she could find out waiter, the dark haired guy with glasses (we didn't know his name at that point). some other dark haired guy with glasses then came by asking us if we could further describe our waiter, and then he showed up.
i think i made him cry because i had told the waitress that we wanted another waiter because nick was unattentive, and when nick got back he was all red-eyed. either he was high or he was crying. dunno.
anyway, we did a couple of rounds of pasta. leeann did 5, which the waiter made sure to note. he also was super-attentive and apologetic for the rest of our meal. leeann gave him a nice tip even though he sucked, and in order to straighten the bill, she needed him to break her $20, so he gave her 2 $5s and 1 $10, and then ran off will the check without collecting the $20.
leeann, honest as she is, went inside to find him and give him his money. when she found him, he told her he had closed out the bill and thanked her profusely for the $20, because he thought it was his TIP.
so anyways, i'm never going to olive garden again, even though i really really like their chicken marsala and their fettucine with steak gorgonzola or whatever.
this is my favorite pic of me and leeann. we are tan and fancy but plain. its also from a year and a half ago. damn gina. when we die:
