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Official resident of The OC (tm).
Gainfully unemployed.
Rather hungry.

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» Guilty Pleasures

Beep
Whenever I hear a loud, unexpected beep (usually a car horn), I reply with a loud spoken "BEEP."

It started out as a silly joke, but now it's become a rather embarassing reflex.
(Fri 8th Apr 2005, 5:24, More)

» You're a moviestar baby

Look Ma, I'm on the TV
I was informed that a local (if you consider the whole of Southern California in any way local) weather report would be broadcasted from outside the student apartments here at the university, I decided to look as stupid as possible in the background.

This was accomplished by holding a giant "I HEART WEATHER" sign and shouting "WOO! YAY!" while the weatherman tried to warn of the dangers of light rain.

I got a travel mug for my enthusiasm.
(Fri 12th Nov 2004, 0:24, More)

» Have you ever been dumped in a spectacular way?

Sayonara
My boyfriend let me know of our break up in a rather stunning fashion.

One day out of the blue, after a year or so together, he called me from the airport and told me he had decided to pack up and move to Japan. 8 o'clock flight to Narita. He figured that leaving without saying goodbye would have been mean.

Er, goodbye?
(Fri 18th Jun 2004, 4:29, More)

» My Worst Date

beggars can be choosers
Blind date.
Picked him up, he chose dirty sweat pants to wear.
Demanded we eat at a vegetarian restaurant.
And insisted upon seeing the worst movie ever to be released in theatres. (From Justin to Kelly, if you're unfortunate enough to be familiar)
I payed for the whole bit.
Afterwards, he attempted to "get him some."

I laughed in his face. And stranded him at the theatre.
I don't let my friends set me up on dates anymore.
(Fri 22nd Oct 2004, 10:07, More)

» That's when I knew it was over...

A Small Vacation
3 years of non-stop dealing with my bipolar, drama queen, ungrateful whelk of a boyfriend finally landed me for a week in my local hospital's mental ward for treatment of severe depression and insomnia.

When I got out, I had told him where I had been for the past week. He let me pour my aching little heart out to him, before deeming me a liar, and deciding to verbally rip me to shreds.

I showed him the discharge papers, and he called me an asshole for proving him wrong.

Ciao, baby..
(Sat 23rd Jul 2005, 0:56, More)
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