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Sunday, September 25, 2005

start your day the holy way with christ chex.

i finally have a downloading program thanks to elan and i'm pumped! i'm a downloading machine. i downloaded dane cooks’ two new cds and a bunch of other comedy stuff. however, about dane, sure his cds were funny, but they weren't as funny as harmful if swallowed. the hardest i laughed was when he said son of a bitch, just plain old son of a bitch. i still like them anyway, they just lack a little somin somin.

during one joke he was singing a song from aladdin, “i can show you the world . . . ” which brought back a big childhood memory. danica, my childhood best friend, and i would swing on her swing set and sing that song.
does everyone remember the mini sodas with nintendo characters on them? strawberry flavor was the princess, i don’t remember the other flavor’s b/c i only had that one, but there was mario and his sidekick whose name i can’t remember.

while talking to elan a few nights ago, he was listening to jane’s addiction, rital de lo habitual, and told me to listen to three days. i went and got my cd and when i put it in i thought, why the fuck hasn’t i been listening to this? it had been a couple of years since i listened to it and i have no idea why i stopped, i love rediscovering a cd.

being back on myspace i realize even more why don’t miss that place at all. hey kids how about we stop making blogs about you and your internet breakups ok? i can see if you have a blog like this, it’s yours and you write what you want, but on myspace? shut the fuck up. no one cares. the only reason people are on there is to show off how sexy and cool they are, while coming off as total dicks. no one cares about your “breakup” so get the fuck over it and shut the fuck up. also, i don’t give a shit about how depressed you are.

i’ve been looking into becoming a nanny, which is odd b/c i hate most kids, but it sounds interesting. in addition if i’m a live-in nanny i won’t have to pay rent and most people that need nannies are rich. i could be making good money, and i could get a job in new york or seattle. new york would be awesome and i would be close to christina. that means we could see each other and be best friends and have sleep overs and go shopping. oh my god the shopping! i love shopping for clothes and to think i could actually try on the stuff i see in vogue. nonsexual orgasm. if i get a job in seattle that would be awesome b/c i could go to school after being there for a year so i wouldn’t have to pay out-of-state tuition, and get a better feel for the area. i have this feeling deep in me that i was made to live in seattle. i’ve been wanting to live there for five years, so i think i’m going to really try and push to get a job there. i would love to go to school part time for hair and then go to art school. my hairstylist “t” is doing that and it’s working out well for her. i look at being a nanny as a faster and less expensive way to move as well.

i downloaded a bunch of fiona apple songs and i realized i used to listen to her. you would have thought i would know this but i used to listen to her with my best friend molly back in the 3rd grade. some of these songs totally bring it back for me. after i heard limp it really did, and then suddenly i remembered holding tidal and when the pawn . . . in my hands in her room. we used to listen to ub40 too. i wonder what she’s doing today. she was really smart, one of the smartest people i’ve ever known. we always played and did cool things. we used to paint together all the time, and play in the apartment hallway. apartment hallways are the best places to play ever. we never played house, we played spies and war combat. i don’t remember playing a conventional kid thing with her. she had an iguana named casey, and he was badass. i remember putting him in the bathroom so he could go to the bathroom; and holding him was so hard b/c he was huge. one christmas he was out walking around and went in the tree. the tree was really small but when he climbed up into it you could not see him. you would think you could see a bright green thing in a dark tree but you can’t. the tree would just shake and we finally found him from his tongue licking an angel ornament.

i wonder if molly is going to school to be a brain sergeon like she wanted too.

shaina loves the jews at;
3:31 PM

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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.

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planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
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if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

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