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why kristen, what very nice red, straight hair you have. and such pretty feet. what’s that you ask? ‘what time is it?’ time for you to get your own fucking watch! oh well that’s not very nice. missy.
this is all i have to say to you. and don’t you forget it.
i love ya, cutie!
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now you can all stay the fuck away from my mother, but holy sweet fuzzy jesus, look at that picture. why can’t i look like that? goddamm.
even at a young age i was drawn towards….THE COMPUTER OF THE FUTURE!
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pictures from my father’s funeral. (if i am in the picture i am working on my tan. if there is a small blond child in the picture his name is vaden.)
some things never change, ie me and chocolate never develop a disliking for one another.
ha! dood i should find the picture now of me burning barbies in an oil slick puddle…
my brother taught me all kinds of things…
about frogs… about coming in second place… about sitting pretty for the camera, (why the fuck does it look like he’s wearing make-up?)
fashion choices: the early years:
one of the ill-fitting perms. but would you look at that outfit? holy shit. i love it i love it.
this was my absolute favorite fucking dress.
original house pictures. these are far more cool if you’ve been to my house and know what it looks like now. try to ignore the bandage over my brother’s eye. he had surgery. he was a fucking pirate for like a year.
series of wet images. what were my parents thinking? that if they just kept my brother and i wet thru our entire childhoods we would stay out of bigger troubles? it kind of explains my whole predilection for water though i guess.
last picture. =P
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i’m still working on finding that picture of kristen’s. but i did umm find a whole hell of a lot more little kid pictures of me and stuff…and i was wondering though, do you guys actually LOOK at all the pictures i put up? do you even CARE? because not only do i feel bad using up so much of gene’s webspace, but i also just am not sure if it’s really interesting looking at pictures of a mini-michele. maybe i go overboard with the scanning and the pop-up images. so what do you think? should i post more pictures? you let me know. potentially if you’re mean enough or vehement enough in your opposition i will even agree to your suggestions.
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ahhh! i was going to have this huge ta-da ceremony thing when my comments reached 1000, but now i have spaced out and am at 1013 and have no idea who the lucky licky thousandth commenter was. and you could have gotten a surprise too….
i just ate 5 scoops (only paid for 4) of mondo gelato. can you claim the same?
oooommmmnnngguuuuhh… why did i eat all those tasty scoops of creamy goodness? why?
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last night when i was driving home and listening to my brother’s wacky stereo satellite system thing, this song came on between two completely ordinary alt rock songs which went a little something like this:
push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow!
it went on like this for a good three minutes. i was throughly creeped out. especially when the insane voice started lengthing all the vowels. so it would be:
puuu-ush the flooww-ers up and maaay-aake them groo-oowww!”
holy sweet fucking jesus. of course actually changing the station seemed like a bad idea because i felt that if i reached towards the dial the satanic little troll would snatch me. and i seriously was not looking for a snatching. i really wish i had the ability to do wav files right now, because you need to hear what this sounded like i think to truly understand how seriously whack it was. someday maybe i’ll put on an impromptu concert of it for you.
then i noticed that the window to the back bed of the truck was open. cause i had opened it earlier in order to throw things back there to make more room in the “backseat” (it’s soooo not a seat). and the open-ness of it reminded me that the back hatch doesn’t lock anymore so at any point when i wasn’t in the car, ie at the bar or at denny’s, someone could have crawled in the back and been hiding there without my knowledge. so after the fucking scary ass puppet song/voice i kept looking back there expecting to see a long haired freak with a grimace and a knife. it was difficult keeping my eyes on the forward drive and not in the rearview mirror.
but i made it home safely. grin. as you can tell. and then got laughing shit from my mother this morning about how late i got home. which was admittedly funny since usually i am totally home and in bed by midnight at the very latest. so four in the morning was a bit of a shocker all around. mmmmm i had so much fun this weekend though! and now a two day week stretches ahead of me in its simple minuteness and i am made so happy just by the thought of it.
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“the government announced today that it is changing its emblem to a condom because it more clearly reflects the government’s political stance. a condom stands up to inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a punch of pricks, and gives you a sense of security while you’re actually being screwed. damn, it just doesn’t get more accurate than that!”
if you actually knew my aunt dorothy this would be a whole hell of a lot funnier. she’s this little tiny old woman who lives in new mexico and wears bulky turquoise jewlery, hair in a bun, and is about 5 feet tall. she’s also a fantastic photographer and has incredibly intelligent and wierd children. but that’s besides the point. the point is that she forwarded an email about condoms and the gov’t to my mother. fiesty.