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Archive for August, 2002

 
|| August 12, 2002 || 1:02 pm || Comments (1) ||

Thoughtless pursuit of the day: Where’s George
Useful pursuit of the day: Wisdom Springs

I see things like the latter and I say to myself, “Well, right on, this is what the InterWeb was crafted for.” *warm fuzzies*

 
|| August 12, 2002 || 12:15 am || Comments (0) ||

Is it just me, or does she look like a lost Tilly sister?

 
|| August 11, 2002 || 11:59 pm || Comments (4) ||

More tests! Because I am off on a tangent! Because I am trying to distract myself!

Somebody save me from the exclamatory sentence!





Which Rocky character are you?


Which cartoon character are you?? Find out @ blackhole

CAPPA-CHEEEEE-noooo!!!

 
|| August 11, 2002 || 11:28 pm || Comments (3) ||

I just want to take this opportunity to say, “Der. No shit, I’m anger.” and to ask, “Are any of you people surprised?” I mean, really, this one was a no-brainer.

I have smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes (16 sticks, to be exact) since yesterday morning. This is some sort of record for me. Haven’t done a whole pack in a day since I was, like, fourteen.

I know you think I was being all glib and shit with that fourteen comment.

Let me assure you, I was not.

Anyway, sixteen down, about to light another, I keep doing this and my pipes are gonna go all to shit and then where is my career as the goddess of acoustic punk headed? That was sarcasm. You may snort. Guffaw, even.

I have something weighing heavily on my soul. I ask you, is that not the story of my life? That’s what my tombstone’s gonna say:

She had something weighing heavily on her soul.
You fuckers didn’t help matters any.

And maybe a quote from e.e. cummings. You guess which one. (just had an idear….maybe that’ll be the premise for this month’s TACKY PACKtm submissions….”What should Jett have engraved on her headstone?” The first one of you bastards to say something lame like “Unh, pepperoni.” will get a swift kick in the ass from me. Unless, of course, you like things like that. Then I will be insanely, cloyingly, vomitously sweet to you. I may even call your mother and congratulate her on the stellar offspring she turned out. Don’t try me, bitch; you know I will.)

Anyhoo, something blah-blah soul…too fresh for me to expound upon just yet. I must sufficiently turn it over in my cranium and marinate it in Angsty Juice before I just slobber it all over the InterWeb.

[dramatic pause] I am soooo tortured, don’t you know??

 
|| August 11, 2002 || 5:11 am || Comments (0) ||

when i was in eighth grade there wasn’t much to do at lunch. so we ended up kicking balls against a wall for the whole time. yea. i mean, it was just as exciting as throwing around a powerbar we hidden for a week straight. but anyways, we were doing the usual and some girl walks in front of my friend and he tells her to move or he will hit her with the volleyball. she didn’t listen. he kicks the ball super hard. hits her head. she falls over. the ball goes about 25 feet in the air. mind you, this is the same kid who was dragged to the principal’s office by his ear after having a yard duty catch him writing “fuck” on his pencil box in third grade.

 
|| August 11, 2002 || 4:56 am || Comments (2) ||

MAXIM: How did you get those?

JETT:*assumes he is referring to the set of Sorrento dishware bought earlier in the week at McRae’s (she is eating whole grain cereal with almond granola from one of the lovely, deep bowls), but asks to make sure*

JETT: What?

MAXIM: Those beautiful blue eyes…

JETT: Well, it was either these or wealth, and I chose these. That’s why you are sitting there drinking cheap wine right now.

JETT: What a fuckup, right?

MAXIM: Absolutely not….because all I need is a bottle of cheap wine *picks up bottle, waggles it at her* and to wake up to those beautiful eyes every morning. Worked out sorta fair, I think.

 
|| August 11, 2002 || 4:41 am || Comments (3) ||

Oh no, I see / A spider web is tangled up with me / And I lost my head / The thought of all the stupid things I said / Oh no what’s this? / A spider web, and I’m caught in the middle / So I turned to run / And thought of all the stupid things I’ve done

And I never meant to cause you trouble / I never meant to do you wrong / I, well if I ever caused you trouble / Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

Oh no, I see / A spider web and it’s me in the middle /
So I twist and turn / But here I am in my little bubble

Singing that I never meant to cause you trouble / I never meant to do you wrong / And I, well if I ever caused you trouble / Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

They spun a web for me / They spun a web for me / They spun a web for me

// Coldplay, “Trouble”