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He tags behind me as I pick out jelly babies, a Flake bar ("You're such a flake!" he hoots), and a chocolate eclair, and he makes a quip about my "healthy" appetite. Any minute now he'll start singing "I like Big Butts and I Cannot LIE"

Secret #5: even though i complain about it a lot, i actually like my big butt. And i honestly pity all those who are buttless. Yesterday i was listening to Ben Harper's "Suzy Blue" which always makes me smile, and reminds me of so many people, most of whom are no longer here, but still every now and then something triggers their memory.

Now here I faced the first two issues: 1.I do not like kids who act all cute when I know they're faking it 2. I cannot resist being challenged, and having a kid do it to me is just plain embarrassing

it's the weeeeekkeeeennnd!!! YEEAAAAHHH! *Gets up and does the silly victory dance* well nothing much happening, but at least i wont be stuck at this desk (gets far too many mentions in my journals as far i'm concerned)

and yada yada yada i could go on forever, but someone always stops me and says "Enough about the butt already!"

And i'll get some lame-ass job and i will laugh and run and flirt and get dizzy from the 3AM lights on the Kasr El Nil bridge, not eating not sleeping but knowing that this is where i am me, not someone without a face in yet another jacket.

Ever noticed how guys react just like dogs when they see a frisbee? it's like *pantpantpant* "Frisbee!Catch!MustCatch!Must-AAAAAAAGHHHHHfell off wall.OOOh Frisbeee!Catch!"

friend: is Gingeresque single? nancy: yes friend: is she horny? nancy: what? friend: Does she want to have sex? nancy: WHAT?

When he writes "I love you" then follows it with a hurried "I love you all" is he saying he love loves me or does he love LOOVE me but says he love loves everyone else just so i don't think he love LOOVES me?