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ON THE TOPIC OF...UN-MISSED OPPORTUNITIES
If I may (thanks to Darren's natural habit of checking out the asses on the girls in the caf) "thong underwear girl"...
The moment was so perfect that I had to have some sort of digital memory. So I used my camera phone. I even snooped around a little to get a bit better of an angle. Long story short, she was wearing pants, a sweater, and BLUE THONG PANTIES. And what was completely visible? You guessed it.
Holla,
ON THE TOPIC OF...PET KILLING
Rest in Peace both Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
.la.
ps, you know you've become sad when the majority of your comical diary posts are about dead pets *sigh*
ON THE TOPIC OF...THE KING AND I
ON THE TOPIC OF...THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
2001-2004 *** Happy Birthday to my better half, .la. Carry on. -mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...SITTING DUCKS
I want you to think back to the last time that you sat back and said, "Man, I am having a BAD day," and forget all about it because my day yesterday was definitley 100 times worse. First, let me paint the picture: mid-shift at the movies on a rainy Sunday where both You-Gay-OH! and AVP have been mobbed all day. What could possibly make this day better? you ask.. Oh I'll tell ya. VOMIT Gallons and gallons of vomit. All spewing from this one child whose parent doesn't even have the sense to move the child toward the bathroom. Oh no. He leaves the little Linda Blair rotating his head 360 degrees spewing pea soup...to walk up to me and say.."I just thought I should let you guys know, my kid puked in the theater." When the demon child had spewed all he could spew, guess who was left with the lovely task? Just guess. Have you ever smelled regurgitated popcorn?? It has a very distinct and disgusting smell. A smell that I have met all too many times in my life. And to cap it all off... As I am driving home, my radio starts to flicker, so I turn it off. Then my headlights start to dim..so I turn those off too. THEN my car DIED. Plain old DIED in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in my town. It was my battery that died, so of course my hazard lights don't work. This leaves me a sitting duck for oncoming traffic. Long story short...scariest 20 minutes of my life, followed by being rescued by my grandpa and leaving my car safely pushed to the other side of the road. Fah. All in all, bad night. -mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...ORGAN DONORS
You see, on the street where I work, the stores are very smushed together. In the midst of these various stores is a place called the "Kidney Center." I'm assuming that it is some kind of medical establishment. The store next-door is a golf store. (This is where it gets funny) Because they are so close together, the window reads: The Kidney Center...Great gifts for Dad! Oh the hilarity! The mere thought of a child excitedly wrapping up a brand new kidney for his Daddy makes me giggle with glee. Hmm. Maybe you had to be there. Oh and by the way.. Have you heard about the new pirate movie? It's rated "ARRR" Carry on people. -mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...VACATION PICTURES
She was right...those furbEEs were no good--right from the start!
But we got some kick ass vacation photos!
So...that was our vacation! It totally rocked, I just wish I had more time on the beach to work on my tan. Oh well, next summer!
.la.
ON THE TOPIC OF...SUMMER VACATION
It sure has been a while since we last spoke, but believe me, .la. and I have a damn good excuse. If you refer back to our older entries, you may notice quite a few dedicated to .la.'s love of Furbys. Well this is one statement that .la. has lived to regret. Apparently my gut feeling was right all along, and the Furbys really were planning a hostile takeover of the world. It turns out those furry bastards were behind more evil than we ever imagined. Hike in T fares? Furby. Crappy weather in July? Furby. Democratic National Convention? Furby. Flock of Seagulls? Furby. The list goes on, but you get the picture. .la. and I knew that the task would fall soley on our shoulders, so we packed up and headed to the African Congo where we spent four months engaged in guerrilla warfare with millions of angry Furbys. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty. In the end, Lamie prevailed--Thanks to our crazy war skills and the fact that Furbys, while being the spawn of Satan, are merely battery-powered. So sleep easy my dears, the Furbys are gone and Lamie is back!
As you were, soldier.
-mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...NEW WAVE BUMPERS
That's right folks--the crazy antics that are -mie- and yours truly, .la. are sure to continue. After all I do live in a town where 2x4's are appropriate car bumper material (I swear, I just saw it this morning).
None the less, check the dates for when it's been last updated, clicky the link to get to it, and read the insanity (hell, even go back and re-read the older insanity).
Boston I miss you...and I wish I was there...
ON THE TOPIC OF...MY NEW LOVER
-mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...SHORT BUSES
My name is Jamie Isn't that special? Kudos to .la. for being the short bus specialist that she is. YOPEACE! -mie
ON THE TOPIC OF...WORLD DOMINATION
(Yes, I know that I missed the Pirate boat by about four months, but give me a break! I'm a late bloomer.) Ha, get it? Pirate BOAT?? Yep. So, the purpose of this entry, is that I am here to lay some rules down for your silly asses. You see, the whole point of this site is that .la. and I would like to be rich and famous. Unfortunately, this is taking a bit longer than we thought. Never the less, here is how you can help us: Comment on entries, let us know what you like, don't like or just give us any kind of feedback. If your comment is good enough, we'll post it. Also, don't forget the guestbook. We would like to know who you are, reader. (Unless you found us through a google search for "Jesus" or "Eating babies"...in that case, move on.) Reccomend us to your friends. If each of you told one friend about us, we could have like, 10 readers! Shocking, I know. If you're really our friend, you'll link us in your diaries and AIM profiles. Send money! Yes this site is free, but we need to make a living, damn it! (Don't really send money. We know that you're talentless slobs like us. We'd feel guilty if you didn't feed your kids or something because you HAD to donate your last dollar to us.) Man, aren't we demanding? Don't worry. This is only a small step in our plans for world domination, savvy? Carry on. -mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...EYE-PATCHES
Ode to an eye-patch
O eye-patch, my eye-patch
O eye-patch, my eye-patch
O eye-patch, my eye-patch
(arg maties, where are you--I can't see you)
~-mie- and .la.
See, you need no more proof of how cool we are. Go on. Tell your friends. DEPLOY!
This entry brought to you by the letters,
ON THE TOPIC OF...THE WORLD'S STRONGEST KID
I was on the train today and there was this little boy, probably about three years old, and his father. The dad was holding the little boy up so that he could hold onto the metal bar. The little boy then pretended to be holding himself up, complete with grunts and faces. Then I looked around. Everyone on the train was smiling. This little boy had discovered the secret to getting a train full of Boston commuters to smile. Suddenly I wasn't angry that it was taking an hour for a 20 minute commute. I was too happy watching the kid have fun. Now, I'm not saying that you should hang from the bars and make noises on a train to get people to smile...believe me you'll get everything but smiles. What I'm saying is, it's the little things that count. So, take a look around you. And SMILE. -mie-
ON THE TOPIC OF...MY LIFE IS BETTER
A Day In The Life of .la.
Wake up at 10:00. Alarm s set for 10. I got up at ten, I'm weird like that.
Sit up, clear headed, get out of bed and climb down.
Proceed to put on pants and get ready for the day, eventually making it to the bathroom.
Leave early for class, stop by Au Bon Pain and get a sandwich, enjoy self by window as I eat my lunch.
Get to class early, take stairs instead of elevator (there were people in line, I felt fat).
Got out of class early (professor had a meeting downtown) and went to next class early, sit and draw and listen to music--rock out.
Kick ass on quiz, yay.
Get back, get into gym clothes and--um--go the the gym.
Brings us to about now (of course after I managed to eat most of the pantry).
Compare. Contrast. Judge. Whatev.
Be good my darlings,
ON THE TOPIC OF...-MIE-
Wake up at 7:23 AM. Alarm is set for 7:00 AM. This means that I hit the snooze button a few times. Climb out of bed, hobble to the bathroom and then realize that everything is fuzzy because I am not wearing my glasses. Look in the mirror. I slept on my hair funny. Sigh. Wait outside in the rain for the train. Ride the train for 20 minutes. Walk into work. I am greeted by no one. Fiddle around at desk for an hour. Pee. Get coffee. Get more coffee. Talk to Nana. Pee. Read online diaries. Sort the same pile of papers 4 times until it is almost time to leave. Update shitty website. LEAVE. Exciting, isn't it? -mie-
2005-02-09-7:07 p.m.
.la.
2004-10-14-12:32 p.m.HELL NO
2004-10-12-1:34 p.m.
Oh dear. We are terribly lazy diary-writers, aren't we?
Oh well. Deal with it.
So yeah, just so you know, me and my buddy Stephen King will be hanging out on a regular basis, so don't bother calling me.
Ok..slight exaggeration. BUT I did meet him.
-mie-:"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Stephen King?"
The King: "I AM Stephen King."
-mie-"Blahhgmsbdgsglkmmm"
Man, I am smooth. Soon all the celebs will be inviting me to their parties and saying, "Man that -mie- girl...she's so cool and smooth."
Or something like that.
Toodles!
-mie
2004-08-23-3:44 p.m.
2004-08-16-9:52 a.m.
2004-08-11-9:52 a.m.
2004-08-02-4:16 p.m.
This one's -mie- kicking some butt in the jungle and loving it!
Everyone knows that "Noo-loo!" is the Furbees war call! See it in action!
As is usual with our vacations, I fell in love. His name is Harry. <3 you Harry
And in the end...all was well.
2004-08-02-2:35 p.m.
2004-04-28-12:24 p.m.LAMIE
is here!
.la.
2004-04-17-10:20 p.m.
2004-04-08-1:03 p.m.
I'm not real lame-y
'Cause I got styles
That go for miles
and a hat with macaroni!
.la.
2004-04-05-9:51 a.m.
2004-04-02-6:42 p.m.
An eye-patch of my very own
I shall like to decorate you with a skull and cross bones
with you I look like a catch
even if my socks don't match
if I could I would wear two
but don't worry, I still love you
.la and -mie-
2004-03-29-1:13 p.m.
A little food for thought:
2004-03-25-4:50 p.m.
.la.
2004-03-25-11:35 a.m.
Write 2 page paper for ASL class due at 1:30
File for 15 minutes.