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You wish.

[remember our faces.]

I wanna dance in the rain...

Vanilla coke is goodness.

I'm really bored. I should be in bed. But I'm thinking about doing laundry. Why the fuck do I bother watching the tivo'd eppy of Days? Oh that's right, LH is the ish, and makes the show watchable, even through all the suckage.

All this rain, sure does ruin my summer. Though I'm pretty sure we really effin need it. It rained so much, my hair curled, and my hair ended up looking nappy. Which I think looks gross. Other's seem to like the hippie look, as I like to call it.

Okay, random I know. But what color is my skin? Yeah, I was thinking white myself. So um, someone thought I was of Mexican decent today. I laughed. HARD. This summer has made it almost impossible to tan. I don't fake tan either. As I am claustrophobic. So I'm pretty pale at the moment. Maybe it's the dark chocolate hair? Maybe it's my thick Latina accent? Who the fuck knows?

Ahhh, Vanilla coke.

Quote of the Day |Yesterday|

"Baby, do you remember that you have a skirt on? Please don't show your snatch." [Random customer to his little girl who was maybe 5. Oh the lulz.]

Free P!

Just because I thought it was funny.

Rotten in Denmark.

I need a new lamp. And possibly some new shoes to go with that. Today is almost a blur, my lack of sleep finally caught up with me, and well I do believe delusional describes most of my actions. This lady got really rude with me today, and I seriously laughed in her face. I'm normally really good about bullshitting a smile, but today, nope.

Ryan is still gone. I miss him. He finally called me like after a week. Glad he's having fun without me. I'm having fun, watching Dawson's Creek DVD's and chillin' on the couch and well being bored.

Anyone else find this Paris Hilton drama hilarious? I mean, a month in jail? A bit excessive for a traffic violation, but it still makes me chuckle. And Britney Spears, I swear, if I see her snatch one more time, I might just punch a baby. I mean we get it. You need the attention, but does it have to be the snatch? Show us some pinkie toe for God's sake. The snatch is unnecessary. Nicole Ritchie pregnant? Please say no! Do not want. And Lindsay, we so proud. Gotta love that Hollywood gossip.

I think it's time for bed. Though my 6 hour nap did me a world of help. But alas, I'm still tired as fuck. Later loves.

Speak Yo Mind...

I don't normally call people out on their bullshit on the internet, but when it's your only means of communication with a certain bunch of nobodies, than I guess that's what I'll do.

Soap drama has never been so much fun. I love to lurk, and read what stupid bullshit Bex has to say or how much further her face will be in some one's ass, or how about Sundi and how many frequent flyer miles she's racked up, or wait, maybe Linn will post something stupid and superficial on how great Deidre Hall's hair looked today, or how she's so fraking awesome. Yes, she uses the word frak. Do you really pride yourself in lying that you own just about anything Deidre has worn. But wait, it's in a different color. Or let's see, how many times GraceAdler aka Kimmie, can mention that she can't talk to Deidre, because she intimidated by her. [Seriously? Like I laugh. Out loud. She's definitely not some sort of real celebrity. I mean, yes and no. I think they call it the D list.] Or OMG, I made a sign, and Deidre hugged me. Okaaaaaay. Or lets see, how many times Bstreis aka Clarissa, can post the same picture of Deidre Hall in some stupid 80's garb. We get it. She's lovely, she's simply the best. Did I leave anyone out? Oh. How could I forget Jiggs? If Jiggs were a normal human being, she/he would have outed themselves already. Yet another nobody not willing to come clean, as to who they are. Pathetic. Well Hell, I forgot to name a certain little leach named Trish. You were pathetic. I mean, did you actually think I believed that you weren't trying to spy on me or my board for whatever reason? I have my ways. And apparently they are more loyal to, me. You were outed before you even joined. And way to get CJ all skurred. I was never gonna kick her ass. I promise. I'm not that trashy.

I mean, I'd gladly post this shit on some Simply The Best shit fest thread on Marlena and Stalkers, but yeah, it seems as though I'm not allowed. I've cut myself for years wishing I could be a member of such an elite club. It seems as though my trash digging skills just aren't good enough, or maybe I haven't driven down Strada Corta enough times. Or peaked in the gate, or upgraded to trying to search the streets of Santa Monica. I mean my life just isn't complete. I don't have Hallsy's autograph like on every 8x10 she's ever posed for. I guess I'm a bad fan. Do I need to kiss a Miss Cathleen Jean Paradis on the ass cheeks just to get a taste of what life would be if Deidre Hall pretended to give two shits about me or what my life is like? Is life really all that much better? I can't seem to comprehend how anyone could hold someone up in so much regard. To me that's obsession, and obsession is not exactly good for the stalking soul.

So this brings me to Mr. Drake Hogestyn. So he makes a few truthful statements in the most recent Soap Digest? Sue the fucking man. At least he's not shouting "Warmth bath of fucking love!" from the mountain tops, or giving people false hope. The show will most likely end in 2009. So what? Whatcha gonna do? Send him black roses. I bet it's all his fault. I do believe life is gonna move on without Days of our fucking Lives. I do believe I will still get up each morning, take a piss, and go on about my day. I'm not holding onto some odd hope that the show will prevail, lets not worry. Drake speaks what he believes, and well if your gonna give his co-star praise for speaking her mind, then you can't turn around and set Drake ablaze. But then again, if Deidre were to scream "I hate God!" All her fans would be atheist's in a heartbeat. So what if Drake feels the need to let off steam. It's better than keeping it in, and lying. Confession is good. Even for the stalking soul. Last time I checked this was a free country, and Drake can say what ever the fuck he wants. As can you...I know. But when it comes to the point of being annoying and hypocritical, yes, I to can call you on your bullshit.

Let's see, before you throw stones. And start the "I know why your not in the Fan Club! Or why Deidre Hall hates you!" Or some bullshit about, "She knows who you [and Lo] are!" I'm gonna say it. Yes, I believed that there was some sort of possibility that Deidre and Drake were a couple. As did a lot of so-called current fan club members. So the fuck what. I've come clean, and I'm being "punished" for whatever reason. OMG, Zee has an opinion, and is not afraid to use it. She's not inclined to keep her FC membership safe, by kissing ass. In fact, I think I'd rather spend my 20 bucks on actually doing this world a little good, and maying feeding a few starving children. I will say, at least I wasn't photoshopping heads onto nude bodies. Isn't it funny that after all this bullshit about being banned from a FC, I've never tried to join any sort of Fan Club. I mean, I myself find it funny.

I guess this goes to show, when people speak their minds, and say something that maybe ruffles a few feathers, people get pissed. People just can't be honest anymore. They prefer to be lead on to some sort of fantasy land in the clouds, by some flake.

Oh and in case you haven't noticed, the Drake bashing got kind of old. The consistent need to comment on every thing he says, is a bit stalkerish, and well it scares the rest of mankind. For a group of people that seem to dislike him so much, they hang on to every word he has to say, like OMG they care. It's kind of cute.

P.S. CC dares you to respond.

Maybe the hairclip can fix it?

Sadness bestows me. In a matter of hours my brother abandons me. Leaves me for a place I'm, how can I really say this, scared to revisit. So many things happened, and well, I don't think I can return just yet. I still need time. I can't gain the courage to visit my own father. What kind of person does that make me? Maybe, one day. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me. I just need courage, that's all. I have my parents. This shouldn't be so hard.

I don't really know how to say this lightly either. Another wound opened. Another suicide plagues me. Not that I care. But it's still sad. And I physically feel the pain these people are going through. Not that this man, was exactly the model citizen, but I have no right to judge. I only know what I've seen, and what I've been told. And who he's hurt. I can only imagine that he finally saw the light, and couldn't handle whatever he discovered. I hope that he finally came to peace with himself. Because in the end, that's all that matters. [RM:RIP]

So latest, LA trip. Amazing. Leann Hunley is the ish, and well, enough said. Almost hanging with a soap star, and well, the downside, my flights were shitty. Sitting next to Mama Jr. That woman was so stupid, and how many times must you ask me why I'm flying to LA? Seeing friends just isn't a good enough excuse I guess. And do I care that you have an extra set of headphones that I can use? Or how many times must you complain about the noise your earphones are making? Or did you have to make me move when our flight was taking off? Or do I care about Texas weather, or how you got stuck in Atlanta? But I did get a free magazine from the ordeal. And last but not least, I don't know how your valet parking works. Shouldn't you? The Flight home got even worse. Not only was it delayed. I sat next to a woman, that was about 2 inches shy of cuddling with me, and who snored in my ear. And as if that's not bad, there was a crying baby on the flight. Cried the whole fucking way home. Not only did I not sleep, I rolled into Texas at about 4 in the morning, cranky, bitchy, and well, did I say bitchy?

The event. Well interesting. I'm thankful for the bar. I'm not really all that star struck really. The alcohol helps with that I guess. I practically attacked Will Utay, he shouldn't have said he was from Dallas. But really, they're just glorified people, I guess. I've never seen so many mullets, and old women. Funny shit. I think the funniest thing, was watching that guy make a text message, that said something on the lines of, "These people are fucking insane." Maybe one day, I'll share my pics. The important people can see some of them on myspace.

Awe, so I forgot how much I love Dawson's Creek. And seriously, Pacey and Tamara. Hotness. Haven't we all wanted to fuck a teacher? HAHA.

[So in the time it took me to type this up, I got 6 friend requests on myspace. None of which I know. Myspace is getting really bad on spam. It needs to be fixed, and like asap. Make that 7]

And then I kissed him.

I can't sleep. Imagine that. I'm even jamming Hans Zimmer. No such luck...

This time tomorrow. I'll be somewhere in California. Be jealous.