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Monday, August 16, 2004

Currently: take your mamma- sissor sisters, this song rocks and you know it

OH MY GOD there was a cricket on the floor and if you didn't know I am DEATHLY afraid of them.
i was sitting here typing minding my own business when all of a sudden i see this small black thing out of the corner of my eye coming toward me. cricket. i couldn't scream and freak b/c my mom was sleeping so instead I got all hypervently (yes i know that's not a word) and pushed the chair very far away from it. normaly i would scream, freak out, and have to hype myself up to kill it screaming when the shoe hit the bastard; but i didn't. i just grabbed a shoe and wacked that fucker quick, which you have to do b/c they can jump (has a flashback of talking to alex and one jumping on her leg and crawling really fast toward her stomach; and that's pretty freaking gross that they can jump), i'm pretty proud of myself. i don't know why i find those things to be so scary but my god they're so gross and gross. they seem to always come right at me like i'm some kind of magnet to them. we always have a lot in our house this time of year b/c we use the garage door a lot and there are a bunch in there. that means there are a shitload right next to the door, which is why i wont open it. i'm always freaked that they'll get in my room even though the door is always closed. oh man i still have the heebee jeebees. gross gross gross gross gross.

a night at the roxburry was on tv, it was funny like always.

no one filled the question thing but christina on my livejournal. boo you all suck.

i have an appointment tomorrow and then my mom and i are going out to lunch with a gift certificate that her boss gave her for working hard. that will be really nice, girl talk over lunch is always good.

as you can see new layout of the ever sexy ryan shuck. i know, i'm obsessed.

i'm so growing my hair out so i can get it cut like this:

i just don't want to have to wait, i'm not good with that.

shaina loves the jews at;
12:38 AM

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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

my blogger profile
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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

blogger, my love.

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