Why are your commercials 10x louder than everything else on tv? Is your target audience the hearing impaired or are you trying to annoy people into submission?

<3 mandi

has made winter not completely unbearable.

I know you're reading this, so listen up. I don't know you from Adam & I honestly have no idea how you even know I exist. It's funny that all of this is being brought to my attention now because he and I JUST had a conversation about you. I realize you like him...as do I, but there is no reason to follow me AND my best friend online to keep tabs. If there is something you want to know, put on some big girl pants and ask one of us. I had backed off because it's obvious he favors you. Of course, that isn't the only reason, but I'm not going to discuss it here. I'm assuming you got my screen name from Livejournal, which raises another question...how did you even find this? Did you create a fake myspace to lurk? A little obsessive, isn't it?

A: Amanda
B: Baltimore
C: Cupcake
D: Dreamer
E: El Chupacabra
F: Femme Fatale
G: Godless
H: Histrionic
I: Introverted
J: Jealous
K: Kitsch
L: Lipstick on a pillowcase
M: Misandry
N: Nocturnal
O: Rly?
P: Perverted Pisces
Q: Quixotic
R: Restless
S: Self-conscious
T: Textual
U: Unicorn
V: Vagina Dentata
W: Whiskey
X: XX
Y: Yaki
Z: Zingaro

is like fucking without a condom.

This is pretty much directed to one person in particular (you know who you are) and it really saddens me that I even have to address this. Actually, it makes me feel fucking sick to my stomach.

I would consider myself a pretty generous person...as a matter of fact, I would give the shirt off my back to a friend in need, so to take things I worked for is just unforgivable. If you would have just ask, I more than likely would have given them to you. What makes things worse is you insulting my intelligence. I know it was you (for you were the only person who had access to my money and belongings)...and I gave you the opportunity to come clean, but still, you denied it. I was stupid enough to let you into my home and spend a lot of money that I had worked for only to realize you are a selfish, manipulative thief. But hey, I consider it a learning experience. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never see that money, etc.. again, but I can't understand your audacity to still contact me. You are not my friend and I seriously hope to never see you again.

I'm very proud of you. I can actually go to sleep tonight with the feeling that weight has been lifted off of this nation's shoulders. My hope is that Obama proves us all right and not only will the economy change for the better, but that this will be an opportunity to turn around the racism in this country. Come 2009, we'll finally have a president that I'll be happy to call my president.

The Peach

Random Gentle Love Master (RGLM)

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I touch my face or mouth a lot if I'm uncomfortable...
I also tend to bite my lower lip and shake my legs/tap my foot.

Not only are you an asshole, but you're obviously not very bright.

With permission from Teresa, I forwarded her blog url to Mr. Rossi. This was the reply he sent TO ME.

"get a life. go cry some more in your blog because you got kicked out of a show in front of everyone and everyone laughed at you. loser."

First of all, genius, I did not write this journal entry. Secondly, nowhere in this entry did Teresa ever say she got kicked out. In fact, we were both there until the very end, so you've got the wrong girl buddy...and the only person who was laughed at was you, Lukas. You made yourself look like a total idiot. Thank god I didn't actually pay to get into your trainwreck of a show. Prior to the show, we had no problem with you. We came to Bedrock out of curiosity because I know more than one person who was involved with the show. She made no personal attacks against you and everything she said was 100% true. You need to get off your self constructed pedestal because you're not as cool as you think you are.

Love,
mandi



Here is the link to her blog by the way:

http://cherry-teresa.livejournal.com/98135.html

Things that have been bothering me about different people.

-You're the only person who doesn't know he cheats on you.
-I'm trying to make myself hate you so I don't fall for you.
-I wish you would stop using me when you want something & actually hang out with me for my company.
-Your obsession with serial killers kinda freaks me out.
-I don't like what you do for a living, but it turns me on for whatever reason.
-When you go through bottles and bottles alone, you have a drinking problem.
-You really need to break up with her...she's bad for you and no one can stand her.
-I know you stole from me, but I'm still fond of you.
-I don't understand why you lie about stupid things that no one cares about...you're the kind of person who would lie about what they had for breakfast this morning and it's pretty pathetic.

feel like shit. 

Where do I start?

Bear with me...it's late/early. (I actually just googled that saying because I wasn't sure if that was the correct "bear" & this is what I found...“Bear with me,” the standard expression, is a request for forbearance or patience. “Bare with me” would be an invitation to undress. “ hahaha)

Anyway.

She and I are going to Atlantic City tomorrow afternoon...tomorrow also happens to be my mother's birthday.
I haven't gotten her anything. Maybe my company will suffice?

Uhh...let's see. I'm usually pretty good at hiding it but, my life is one big confusing mess right now.
This person is the devil...

but if you happen to be him, I miss you a bunch.
If you're not him, I probably miss you too.

My uncle passed away of a heart attack about 2 weeks ago. He and I weren't as close as we once were, but he did live next door to me & seeing his dead body and having to console my grandmother was one of the hardest, most traumatic experiences ever. 

That same day, I found out that an internet pal who I've been communicating with since November was lying to me all along.  He was not even the same race as the person in the photos I had been sent.  Haha, silly, crazy people.  My biggest question is "What is the point?".

I was supposed to have a photoshoot today with the beautiful Draven which I was not able to make.

Other crazy things have been happening in my life out of nowhere, but I'll spare the details other than I am crushing pretty hard on a certain someone right now.  I don't really like the feeling either.

I feel like this has been one, giant fucking run-on sentence that I'll read tomorrow and wonder what is wrong with me.  So, goodnight journal...I'm fucking beat.

He went from this...




to this...



......

                 

You are not cool.

 If you let it go to the bottom of your chin, it's gonna look like you have a butt chin...and that's really not attractive.