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| Wednesday, January 22nd, 2003 |
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Do you like horses? I sure do. What about donkeys? Not so much here. Pigs are funny, though..the way they roll around in the mud and make those funny noises. OINK! Hehehehehehehehehehe. But I think I much prefer the noise they make when I fry a piece of their asses in my Tefal skillet. |
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| Sunday, January 19th, 2003 |
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It's frickin' 6:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Everytime I'm about to slip into the comfy confines of sweet slumber, I'm awakened by an urgent tickling in the back of my throat--at which point I start hacking like an emphysemic on his deathbed. At least it's the phlegmy sort of cough, not the dry kind =) So I've decided that I'm going to spoof D's New Year's entry. Here we go, let's break down Bao's Asian-Canadian Identity. 1) Name: Mary Teresa Nhu Bao Nguyen Hehe...more than a mouthful, huh? 2) Nationality: Vietnamese (100%) People always think that I'm Laos/Filipino/mentally afflicted. 3) Birthplace: Toronto, Ontario Current Residence: Toronto (5 days/wk) Kitchener (2 days/wk) 4) Education: 2 years @ UWaterloo (Pre-Optometry) Currently first-year Pharmacy at UToronto. Access to drugs + Utter lack of professional integrity = lots of 'cash' transactions. 5) Height: 5 feet 1 6)Current Position: anal retentive waitress; amongst friends, I'm The Requisite Slacker (but they take good care of me, thanks for all the notes and extra handouts guys!) 7) Food Preferences: I pretty much eat anything. Just ask, people'll tell you about the things I've eaten! Judging by the looks they've given me, you'd think that eating half-developed duck eggs was totally disgusting or something =P 8) Sports: Only if Being Awesome counted as a sport. Hehe. 9) Family: Older brother, Tri 10) Scents: slightly fetid. No, I'm joking. Gucci Envy, Weekend by Burberry and Alfred Sung Shi. 11) Clothing: Pants (depending on who I'm with, ranges from NONE 12) Current Status: sigh. need you ask? =( 13) Biggest Fear: to be alone 14) Ambition: A quiet, stable, suburban life would suit me just fine. I am not adverse to family sedans/minivans =D 15) What I put in my hair: (Ok, D, I have to ask: WTF did this one come from?? But I digress...)Matrix Vital Nutrients Volumizing foam, Redken Inflate volumizing finishing spray, TIGI Headbanger spray wax. Oh, and three big rollers on top for even more volume!</i> |
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| Thursday, January 16th, 2003 |
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I have recently discovered sushi. I know, I know...I was a little late to see the light. Not even that little ditty I read in Allure magazine about tapeworm and sushi can scare me off. Besides, I could use a little company these days...and if that company happens to be of the parasitic sort, then so be it. *pats tummy lovingly* "Hey there, little fella". At least tapeworm will never break my heart.... ;) D, I think I know where you'll be taking me out to dinner! Hm, I slept until 5 PM today. *gasps all around*. Ack, I know. They say that you sleep when you don't want to open your eyes to the life that surrounds you. |
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| Wednesday, January 8th, 2003 |
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Ya wouldn't know it, but this girl LOVES her books. I read A Year In Provence by Peter Mayle and Wish You Well by David Baldacci over the break. Not the heaviest reads, I know, but entertaining nonetheless. But damn, reading those books really appealed to my gustatory senses. There was Mayle's book with its reference to roast rabbit with rosemary and fresh bakery bread dipped in rich, locally pressed olive oil. That awakened my hankering for hearty French cooking. And then there was Baldacci's tale of mountain life in Virginia, where they eat 'butter fried cornbread smothered with molasses' or 'lard fried fish'. Mmm...soul food. Fack, I could go for some chicken and waffles right now. Ever been to Roscoe's in LA? The weird thing about me and books is that I tend to rush through them quickly, impatient to get to the conclusion. Sometimes, I've found that I forget what the book was about not even 2 months after reading it. But you know what? It saves $$ on books, I'll swear to ya. It was my second time reading Wish You Well and it was as fresh to me as an unused Always Maxithin. There are a few books, dear to my heart, which I have pretty well committed to memory.
So get to Chapters, Indigo, Coles...the local library...give yourselves a cheap vacation. |
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| Monday, January 6th, 2003 |
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Well, I won't draw it out with a long-winded story like last time. He did it again. It's over. In truth, I really don't know what happened. We had an argument, and then all of a sudden he took it all back. I asked 'Are you sure?' to which the answer came: 'yes'. It was different this time. I cried, yes...just like the last time. But instead of feeling at a loss as to how to bring him back to me, I was at a loss as to how to 'be his friend'. For that was the fate he offered me...and I was too hurt; too weak; too hopeless to fight it this time. I accepted my demotion. That was the easy part. And now, the hard part. My heart is raw and sore already, but now I have to carve into it and remove the little bits of him that are embedded in it, held by it's warm, but now foolish, embrace. It's butchery, I know...but my heart won't let go, no explanation I could offer it could ever make it understand. It sits there, hurt, but unyielding...and as I take my knife to it, I think of a baby being stolen from the loving hold of its murdered mother. |
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| Friday, December 20th, 2002 |
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Jerome came for a quick mid-exam-season visit last Monday. It went great. More than great. Thursday night found me sitting on my bedroom floor, phone receiver in hand, shaking as I tried to purge my sorrow with each sob. As quickly as he had captured it, he had broken my heart. Monday, Monday...what to say about Monday except that it was utterly perfect? We bundled up and went for a walk down Bloor where we took in the sights of the lighted trees and the bustling shops. Once we got home, we made popcorn, curled up on the couch and watched Home Alone. As it got late, I walked him down to his car and leaned in through the open window to give him one last kiss. *pop* the static from my wool sweater discharged between our lips. We laughed as we rubbed our lips in pain. I joked about 'sparks flying' when we kissed. I watched him turn the corner as he drove away. I was so happy, I could have jumped out of my skin. It had been perfect, just perfect. Tuesday, Wednesday....didn't hear much from him. I was worried, so I called him. It wasn't his intention, but the turn of the conversation soon found him saying 'Maybe we shouldn't be together right now'. Initially, I dismissed it as just a passing thought. But the more we talked, the more confident he became in the idea...and soon, he was saying the same thing again, but without the 'maybe'. I felt desperation choking me...and I had to do everything in my power not to beg him shamelessly to stay...to keep on loving me. I hung up the phone, still reeling from the news. I looked around my room and saw everything through a different lens. The bed where, not even three days before, he had leaned close to my ear as we lay together and whispered that he loved me. The chair where he had pulled me onto his lap and serenaded me with Wayne Newton's Danke Schoen. The chocolate advent calendar on my nightstand--he had eaten day 9's chocolate. An hour ago, I would have smiled at the though of any of these memories...and now, they made me collapse with pain. The next few days brought more pain, each morning renewed, as I woke up everyday and realized that I hadn't been dreaming. I still talked to him...I couldn't keep away. I had lost my sense of pride. Instead of hardening to the reality of it and distancing myself from him...instead of growing cold towards him, as I perceived he had grown towards me....I told him over and over that I still loved him, and that I would have him back if only he'd ask. I exposed my wounds to him over and over...and he'd pour salt in them by saying 'I'm sorry I made you feel this way' or 'I understand that you feel like that'. *WARNING: RAPID CHANGE OF MOOD* Have you ever been told that perseverance pays off? Well, it's DAMN TRUE. =) As of this Tuesday, we are back =) =) =) We still have some issues to work out, but at least we're doing it together. I don't know how I was ever worried in the first place....like anybody could resist my feminine wiles! HA! Hmm...do shameless begging and constant snivelling count as feminine wiles...? Damn, I'm happy. |
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| Thursday, December 12th, 2002 |
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'Tis the season.....to be FRIED OUT OF YOUR FREAKING GOURD from studying your ass off. Ack, exam time =( Well, the worst is out of the way. Ever heard of Physical Chemistry? Just think of it as the WORSE possible combination of calculus, physics, and chemistry. Holy shit, I hate that course. I sit here with my Phys Chem Textbook which is titled Physical Chemistry for the Chemical and Biological Sciences by Raymond Chang. Raymond Chang?!?!? Come on, Satan...of all the names you could have picked, you had to pick a Chinese one, huh?
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| Tuesday, October 29th, 2002 |
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I revisited my roots yesterday night.... Very literally speaking, that is--I went to the ER at St. Michael's hospital late last night. I was feeling horrible =(. Sitting in the waiting area, I looked around and thought to myself 'Wow...this is where it all began for me...'. As the story goes, I was a very impatient baby (some things never change, huh?) and refused to wait--I wanted OUT! As she sat in a wheelchair in the waiting room, my mother reached out to grab the sleeves of the nurses rushing back and forth, insisting that she was going into labour. "No, no...it's just the contractions..you'll be fine", they assured her. But one nurse decided to humour my mom and bent down to look under the sheet covering my mother's legs. And there was my slimey little head, poking itself out into the world. It was strange for me to sit there, at the place of my becoming. I wondered how my mother felt as the doctor lifted me up in all my bloodied glory for her to see. Proud, hopeful, protective? I realize now that she still sometimes sees in me that glistening newborn. It's at these moments that she frustrates me with her strict rules. I stand there, glaring at her and repeat over and over in my head: 'you don't understand, you don't understand'. Now I see that it was me who failed to understand her. I didn't understand that she retains a memory of a stark and moving innocence that she can never let go of. |
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| Thursday, October 10th, 2002 |
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I had an awesome weekend. Followed by a crap-ass week. First, the good stuff! Friday, I went to Hamilton to meet up with Jerome. The romantic guy, that he is, he took me bowling with some of his friends. Whoa, whoa, guys...no, Bao has not undergone some sort of dorkification process. It was COSMIC bowling. Baophy's law: NOTHING that involves black lights is uncool. I came in last in both games we played. Not surprising since, even with the lightest one, giving the ball enough momentum to roll down the lane was enough effort to make me pop a hemerrhoid. But, losing and swollen rectal veins aside (plus a suspected case of athlete's foot, damn shoes), I had a good time. But shhh, guys! Keep that one to yourselves =P Saturday, he took me to go see Mama Mia! It was STELLAR. The singing was amazing. I want to take voice lessons now. I want a spandex jumpsuit! *screams* I WANT TO BE THE THIRD "B" IN ABBBA!!!  The Long Lost Member  Bao Watches Smugly as Benny Gives Anni-Frida Some Game I am at one with Photoshop. Well, after the show, Jerome said I could pick a place to eat, it being my birthday weekend and all =) With all the culinary delights of Toronto, from French bistros to Italian ristorantes, what did I choose? CHINATOWN!!! Chyahhh, that stuff is the best. We ate at Goldstone Noodle. Jerome was scandalized by the absence of chicken balls. He begged me to let him order chicken fried rice, though his selection was disappointing. He's so leery when it comes to trying new things it drives me nuts! But at least I got him to try roast pork....mmm...crispy..I had steamed rice with roast pork and beef with chinese greens. AND a large wonton soup (I ordered the soup for both of us, but Jerome doesn't like shrimp so I hoovered it all). Afterwards, we went back to the hotel. The room was nice..it even had a living room and a kitchen ;) We watched TV for a bit, but around 10, the munchies hit and we decided to make a junk food run. We found a 'Rabah's Fine Foods' nearby and bought frozen pizza, chips and Ben & Jerry's ice cream. We got back just in time to watch the season premiere of Saturday Night Live. Late night snacks and late night comedy, it was great! Sunday, we went to eat at Planet Hollywood at the Skydome. Afterwards, we walked down Queen for a bit and window shopped. I couldn't help but feel a little down because he had to go home soon. Each time I see him, it gets harder to let him go....I just want to take him by the hand and keep him near me. I was missing him even before he left me =( Ok, now the bad stuff. I had a Physical Chemistry midterm this Wednesday. Bad, bad, bad. Let's just say I was not prepared. What happened to change the girl who used to WORK AHEAD in her highschool math textbook into the girl who STARTS STUDYING at 10:30 PM the night before the test??? Failure on the horizon, folks. To reward ourselves after the test was over, we went out to eat pho. I love going out with the girls...not a witless one among us. We piss ourselves laughing. The shit-shooting didn't last long, though. Most of us had to get home to start our Statistics assignment, due the next day. Again, I indulged myself by blowing off the assignment and, instead, used the Pharmacy Students' Directory to find out where all the hot guys live. It's so weird...they gave us this book that lists the phone numbers, email, and addresses of every student in Pharmacy at UT. It's called the 'Pharmacy Key', but 'So You Wanna Stalk a Pharmacy Student' also seems fitting. And that brings us to today, Thursday. That statistics assignment that was due today? I started it at 10:30 this morning. Finished it at 1. Got to school by 2. Ran like mad across campus to hand it in by the 2:10 deadline. Got it there by 2:05. I am my own hero. Jodie, Helen and I decided to skip the 2 hour torture of Stats and go eat in Chinatown again. We ate at Goldstone Noodle again. Damn, i can't stay away from Chinatown. My blood-MSG levels must be through the roof! Afterwards, we went back to campus and waited around for the Phys Chem lecture. We ended up having too much fun just talking, so we skipped out again =) I took Joyce home with me because she is just too cool to let go. Hehe. We walked down to the gay district, just for kicks. It's so funny, when me and Joyce are together, you can soooo tell that we're small town folk. We were tittering and nudging each other every time we saw a gay couple holding hands. And bums(p.c. term: 'the homeless') still scare the hootenaw out of us. Alright, th-th-thats all, folks! ;) |
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| Wednesday, October 2nd, 2002 |
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*blows dust off blog* Ahhh....my long lost confidante! I'm all settled in Toronto now. Got myself a little bed in a little room in a little building on Bloor. Got two cupboards in the kitchen, one for dinnerware, one for condiments. Got the bottom shelf and a half of the fridge. And the right crisper drawer too. Got the right-most towel bar and the last ten inches of counter space in the bathroom. Ahhh....shared apartments! Got a crippled transvestite prostitute drug dealer 3 doors down. Got a gay hairdresser masseuse upstairs. Got some dirty skanks not a ten minute walk away. Ahhh.....shared apartments East of Yonge St.! Nobody told me that I was moving a stone's throw away from 'The Track', Toronto's premier prostitution district. But it's not all that bad...besides streetwalkers, I haven't seen much of anything around here. The area I'm in is situated at a border of sorts...walk East, and get slapped in the face with PVC minis and makeup bad enough to give you goosebumps. Walk West, and you're on Bloor West, with its vast array of posh shops. So you see, my move here was well-calculated: a 5 minute walk this-a-way and I can earn me some dollahs; a 5 minute walk that-a-way and I can spend my hard earned cash =) Gucci Shopgirl: That'll be 2354.67. Me: Hm. I only have 2200 on me. Give me....oh, say 2 hours...? I'll be right back! *Exits store coolly, and nonchalantly sashays Eastward a few steps before breaking into a full fledged run towards Sherbourne* Why does prostitution always come up in my blog? God, are you trying to tell me something? Give me a sign! *Econopack of Trojans fall from sky, followed by crotchless panties, size XS* Thanks, God. Anyway, pharmacy at UT is turning out to be pretty swell. All my friends are asian girls for some weird reason. We just kind of latched onto each other during phrosh week. Shout outs to L'il Miss Helen, Patricia (sometimes Trish, but NEVER Patti), Tasty Tracy, Joyce, Amy, Hana...and all the rest! I'm not quite sure how I feel about going home on the weekends yet. I think it just might be getting tedious. I feel like such a shitty ingrate daughter. My mom is at home alone...obviously very lonely--she emails and calls several times a day. I came out of the shower one Monday morning, about to get ready to head back to Toronto. I found her packing my suitcase carefully with food...tupperware containers of soup, whole heads of lettuce, sliced tomatos, pita bread, apples...and all I could think was "Where the hell am I supposed to put my clothes? And my makeup?" I snapped at her and told her I didn't have enough room and began to carelessly unpack everything so that I could put my precious clothing and metal cosmetics case in. I simply couldn't survive in Toronto another 5 days without 10 shades of lipstick and 20 shades of eyeshadow at my disposal, I guess. In the end, I felt guilty and submitted to carrying 3 tiny tupperware containers full of peeled, pre-seasoned shrimp in my shoulder bag. So God help me, I will make it up to that woman one day for all my insolence and disdain. I love her sumthin' fierce. |
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| Monday, August 19th, 2002 |
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He has a blog! Pezhead. I went to Toronto with Jerome and his sister, Heather, yesterday. Jerome was appalled that I hadn't heard of what a fantastic shopping strip was located on Bloor street. I guess you could call it Toronto's Rodeo Drive, though nowhere near as touristy and opulent as the original. There were all your standard hoity toity stores: Gucci, Prada, etc. We didn't even touch those. A fifteen hundred shirt is not in the books for me right now. Even if I had money coming out of every orifice of my body, I wouldn't be able to justify that expenditure. For that price, it had better peel my mangos and wipe my ass too. I bought a lot of stuff--at the 'normal' stores like Club Monaco, of course. I felt so odd, though, because all I had on me was cash. Tell me you wouldn't feel like a dirty whore counting out two hundred dollars worth of twenties at the till. I was tempted to tell the shopgirl: 'Last night was a good night for the Spadina Vagina'. After shopping, we had lunch at Movenpick. The food was somewhat disappointing. I had 'Riz Casimir', a chicken curry with an odd blend of fruits and vegetables. My two tablemates were thoroughly disgusted with my selection, one ordering pasta, the other ordering a chicken club. At least I got Jerome to try a curried banana! I'll make him try snails next ;) Jerome didn't eat much of his entree. The chefs were a little too liberal with the green onion for his taste. Seeing this, Heather immediately set to rearranging the leftovers on her plate to put together a makeshift meal for him. She put a piece of chicken between two little nobs of bread, foisted coleslaw on him...apologized for eating all the fries...they have a great thing going. It's remarkable--to me, at least. But then again, I grew up with a brother who delighted in farting upwind and seeing my facial contortions as I took a huge swig of pepsi he had just poured a half cup of Palmolive into. We don't talk anymore. It's a long story, but things weren't always like this. There were kisses, hugs, insane tickling matches. Like I said, things weren't always like this. Excuse me, I have something in my eye. |
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| Wednesday, August 7th, 2002 |
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Heidi ho. Hodi hei. It has been a while since I blogged...thanks to Derek for reminding me about this thing. Guess what?? I have a new boyfriend!! *blush blush blush*. Shaddap, I know I move fast...but like they say: life is too short to kill lying rat bastards and serve time in prison for it. So...yes...this new toy..er..guy in my life is already somewhat familiar to those of you who read my blog semi-religiously. Look back two entries and there he is: Jerome! We've always held thinly veiled admiration for each other, but trepidation on both sides prevented anything from materializing. But just recently, we had an epiphany: we freaking dig each other, man! We spent our first day together as a couple today =) It was odd...ever since I've known him, I've always liked his sharp wit. We play off of each other well since we can both be pretty scathing and sarcastic. But today was different. There were little moments of cracking wise, just like old times...but for the most part, things were completely different. I saw a side of him that I'd never seen before. He was gentle, attentive, soft...and very affectionate. I found it tremendously exciting to discover a whole new person residing within the one I knew. Cross your fingers, everyone! |
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| Tuesday, August 6th, 2002 |
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All student housing is SHIT!!! I went to Toronto last week to look at some places to stay when school starts in the fall. I had 5 appointments altogether. I can sum them all up in two words: dirty and disgusting. They were about as cosy and inviting as prison cells. Mind you, I am not looking for any sort of luxury, but I refuse to live in a place where a) you can never be sure whether or not the toilet has been flushed cos it's so freaking stained with all shades of yellow and brown b) seeing a huge f*cker of a mouse scurry across the kitchen floor will only prompt: 'there goes little Mikey' or c) the shower stall is being considered by the Museum of Natural Sciences for use in its domestic fungi exhibit. I don't know...maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe this is the standard for student accommodations. If so, then it's gonna be a long, dark 4 years ahead... Even though I wanted to live with some fellow academics, I've begun to search non-student accommodations in hopes that they would offer something more um...liveable. I'll let ya know how that pans out... My love life....oh God, oh God, oh God...where to begin?? Say, for instance, you catch your boyfriend hitting on other women in chatrooms and telling them he's SINGLE AND LOOKING..and even going so far as to suggest going out on DATES...what exactly would you call that? Cheating? Almost-cheating?? I'm uhhh..just asking because it was a random scenario that popped into my head. It's not like it um *sniff* happened to me or anything... *sniff sniff* Darned um..allergies =( |
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| Friday, July 12th, 2002 |
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I went to the zoo with Jerome last Sunday. Click the pics to enlarge them.
Lemme tell ya, spending a day at the zoo was heaven after the hellish week I had gone through. I worked 11-9 shifts waiting tables all week. On Wednesday, a mere two days into my long work week, I dreamt about ORTHOPEDIC SHOES, I kid you not. The zoo was nice and relaxing. I had a bit of a problem um...seeing the animals, though...Everyone would crowd around and 'ooh' and 'ahhh' over some wonderful creature while I stared and wondered to myself whether the Southern hairy-nosed wombat was supposed to look like a dried log leaning across two rocks. Feeling a little bitter over my lack of animal-spotting ability, I later peered intently into a glass case that housed rainforest plants and shouted 'Oh my Lord! Did you see it move??', then quickly scuttled away while people flocked to see what all the hullaballoo was about. It was Jerome's idea, that devil. I've had some odd moments this week. I have been craving something that I saw a few months ago in a Tim Horton's pastry display case. It's called a 'Bowtie'. It's basically a humongous donut stuffed with fake whipped cream, iced with a thick layer of chocolate and topped with colourful candy sprinkles. It's hideous, but I want it 'in mah belleh'. I've been searching for it, but no luck =( I was in Tim Horton's on Wednesday and they had an eclair, which sort of resembled the bowtie, but without the glitzy fixin's. I tried to point it out to the counter girl, but it went something like this: Counter Girl: The chocolate wedge? Me: Nope Counter Girl: The cheesecake? Me: Nope. Tsk..it's on the far left, next to the chocolate wedge. The long one with the cream inside. Then two guys behind me started cracking up, and it took me the longest time to figure out why. On Thursday, I made a jaunt to the university to get a transcript. I was walking around campus with a friend, eating a cherry popsicle when we came across a trio of really LARGE girls. The little voice in my head screamed what seemed to be the slogan of the moment: "Fat chicks, unite!", and I started laughing hysterically at my mind's silly antics. Then I started heaving and choking on my popsicle. |
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awake.
sick.
to United Colours of Benetton, Jacob or Club Monaco, Moda International from Victoria's Secret) Shirts/Sweaters (Benetton, Jacob, Moda International from Victoria's Secret..anyplace that stocks XS!) Shoes (Aldo, Pegabo)
calm.
depressed.
happy.
giddy.
thoughtful.
bouncy.
guilty.
ecstatic.
frustrated.
creative.
