I haven't written in this thing in like a billion years.
Today Victoria, Megan and I are going to the beach. Victoria was all like "Im not gonna get in the water," and I was all like "OOOHHHH YES YOU ARE" and she was all like "I'll put my feet in but im going swimming" and I was all like "PUHLEEZ gurlfriend" *snaps fingers in a crisscross formation*
to be continued
Friday, July 25, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Monday, December 24, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Italy!!!!!!
Im going to Italy naninanibboooobooo! Im soooo excited and im totally gonna put up pics.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Irene's Short Story-Chapter 2
When Thurgood the Yellow Acorn and his pet manatee named Lester got to Hollywood, Thurgood became a model for Abrocrombie and Fitch. Lester decided he was going to stay home and try to grow a mustache. Lester was very sad in Hollywood, because Thurgood was gone all the time with his new model friends. One day, when Lester was at Ben and Jerry's, he saw Thurgood with another manatee!!!!!
"THURGOOD!" Lester exclaimed to the acorn. "You son of a birch tree!"
"Lester, this isn't what it looks like!" Lester ran away from Thurgood as fast a he could. Then he got hit by a bus.
To be continued......
"THURGOOD!" Lester exclaimed to the acorn. "You son of a birch tree!"
"Lester, this isn't what it looks like!" Lester ran away from Thurgood as fast a he could. Then he got hit by a bus.
To be continued......
Friday, November 30, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
THE best song. Ever. No acceptions. Get over it.
Lot of knots, lot of snags,
lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault.
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it.
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame.
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it.
Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault.
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it.
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame.
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it.
Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
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