e diel, 15 mars 2009

can i get a "fuck yeah" for cadbury mini eggs?


i think that they're made out of cocoa and magic and 2% or less of cornstarch, gum acacia, artificial color (yellow 6 lake; blue 2 lake; yellow 5; blue 2; red 40), ethyl vanillin, artificial flavor (more magic?).

e hënë, 16 shkurt 2009

Happy Valentine's Day

(this is also on myspace bloggie, but hey, no one uses myspace anymore anyhow)

To me From me

this valentine's day i went to my parents' house (duh, of course i did! they give me candy and cards and make me feel generally pathetic). i cleaned out my room, something i do in stages every time i am home, and JACKPOT! i found my diary from 1998.

i kept diaries all throughout my adolescence, but even at the time i knew that shit was embarrassing, and would throw them away when they were full, to keep Future Allison from shame. but it seems i missed a year.

So lame, melodramatic, and funny, i am definitely going to post some of it soon. crappy love poetry galore! ALL FOR NATHAN (who?). a craptastic treasure trove. The only thing in it that didn't make me cringe was a page that read:
Who has the prettiest eyes?
The ocean.

I also found some of my high school papers, tests, etc. with teacher's comments. I was a real quality smartass, it seems. But I remember myself being an earnest student! Oh man, the shit I wrote! If I were a teacher, I would have liked to kick me in the teeth. I'll post some of it later. I found a paper I wrote for Modern European History (i took that?) with a picture of a naked mole rat pasted to the front! For what reason, Past Allison? Past Allison, why? I think the best teacher comment, though, is "Philosophy is commanding. Grammar is not".

I ALSO found some photos of myself from around 13? 14? years old. I was really a chunky monkey! But the thing is nobody told me! I have always thought of myself (and continue to think of myself) as just pretty enough to get away with it. whatever it might be. But that, it seems, was not the case. I was fat and nobody bothered to tell me! Plus i had no style; I was very slovenly but other than that...nothin! corduroys and t-shirts. i am really disappointed. Maybe this was when i first began picking out my own clothes, not in a good way. i think i then went from having no style to having too much style, also not in a good way, and did get yearbook voted "Most Changed Since Freshman Year".

i also found an evaluation of myself that i made a friend fill out in 5th grade. It said my worst qualities were that i was "too crazy sometimes" and "likes the worst boys". hehheh. still true.

i found a song i wrote about an imaginary friend, and the handwriting is so cute, i must've just learned how to write, and let me tell you there were some definite lesbian undertones to this song. The imaginary friend was female and had "the softest hands". Is the jury still out? This imaginary friend had the usual chimeric qualities such as wings and a unicorn horn, but also THE VOICE OF A COW. i was very serious about her sonorous mooing voice.

more later, i need to sleep for a week with the covers pulled over my head.

e diel, 11 janar 2009

Oops



Last night i punched some dude on the dancefloor because i thought he pulled my bra strap but here it was my friend who did it. i apologized but he seemed kinda into the punch and was trying to grind up on me after that. it's weird that after that i kinda had several dudes trying to grind up on me at the same time, did they want to get punched? I don't get it.

e hënë, 5 janar 2009

Sure we fell off


but were back
(juelz santana utoh)
actually i fell off, BWMx2 held things down.
09 is that year. fuck mad bitches.

Peek-a-boo crotch





So I go in the bathroom at work today and there's some cleaning girl in the first stall so i go in the second and there's no toilet seat covers so that's not happening so I hit up the 3rd toilet and everything is cool, um no. So I'm pulling my pants down and all of a sudden the cleaning girl removes the panel to change the tp (which connects my stall to that stall) in the stall next to me leaving my naked privates that were about to sit down with me, framed around the square. Her hand was about a foot away from my crotch, like my crotch was def the first thing she saw when she removed the panel, wtf? She didn't even quick put the panel back, she just did her thing and changed that roll of TP so I had to run away pulling my pants up to the corner of the stall. Then she yells over "You got any toilet seat covers over there??"
The worst.
Happy Fucking New Year BWM09