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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2003.03.24 12:09 a.m.

i'll apologize for the overly long entry i wrote last. too bad for you. but i mean...oh man.

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fucking micheal moore fucking rules. not you. his acceptance speech was awesome. until everyone was booing. stupid america. i'm starting a new operation myself it's called: "operation blow bush up". yeah. and everyone who counsels him. yeah. i consider myself to be uninvolved in politics..but i know about assholes..and well, you get the point.

i also loved that eminem won, though he wasn't there to accept it. and roman polanski. if only they'd said 'roman polanski couldn't be here tonight on account of him being a sexual deviant and us wanting to lock him up. we gladly accept this award on his behalf."

i spent the evening in front of my telly making lists and designs i'm going to wear to my oscars. it was fun. i was even deciding which date to go with each look i was considering. i haven't yet decided on a date for the punky look or the sexy look. we'll see. i better get to go to many oscars to wear all my briliant looks. i think when i'm famous i'm going to dress up like a bag lady a lot and hang out on the street. i'll be like jesus, when he wanted to come into your home...blah blah...

i liked renee zellweger's dress and others were fine. none totally stood out.

(i haven't mussed the crease in your blue-serge pants, i haven't got the chance...this is a fine romance...)

every fucking "punk" on diaryland is joining my converse diaryring. ai. i hate pop culture. i really have to get on my anti-fashion plan.

-you sound like a big baby- -i know-

i really have to go to bed. dammit. i work too freakin much.

i didn't go to reprecussion's cd release thing tonight. i had no one to accompany me...and i don't really like reprecussion (formerly the ness creek drumming circle). what?why? because drumming circles are for events are parties and are sporatic and everyone joining fun. not fucking cd releasers. i mean...i just think that it's cliquish and off. some people would say that's a godd thing, i mean, eliminate the people who don't have enough rythmn (and can't spell it) or 'talent'. drumming circles should be a way for people to make music together. a communal mess of fun.

i would've liked to have seen linus hemmingway however.

more's the pity.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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