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.
2003.01.20 4:29 p.m.
an awkward situation happened this morning. mmmm. a while ago, like maybe um, three years, i semi-made friends with a guy (some of you will know) named will robinson (robbins?). meaning, i stole his hat for quite some time. and stuff. then i didn't see him for two years. then he was at a meeting about 'peace' that i was at. and he walked by and punched me. and i didn't recognize him. and then i didn't see him for a year. and then he came into jerry's this morning with a whole gang of 'activist' types. and we didn't acknowledge knowing each other. but he kept looking at me. and smiling. awkward.
point - i really like his pig-tail braids. i wish i had long enough hair to wear braids.
another point - 5 out of 7 activists were eating breakfast meats. i guess we only 'act' for humans. ugly fucks.
it was two for one burger days at jerry's. bringing out once again how unutterably stupid people are. yay! luckily the day passed quickly because i couldn't stop to think about it.
i got to get together with hillary last night, which was enjoyable. we had supper at boston pizza and just sat around there for a couple hours. it was interesting. she told me about some current/semi-current situations, and i gave her some advice: maybe try and see boys who are a little closer to your age. or at least not 29. apparantly one of them was married. she didn't know that mind you...but...still. hillary's assistant managing at booster juice and she gets paid $7/hour. wow. i love hillary. she says she's going to come to the show at amigos on friday, and i sure hope she does.
i want to do some good dancing. mmm dancing. i haven't moved properly in awhile.
nicole (formerly at jerry's) called me today (at jerry's) and asked if i wanted to go for drinks. do i!? i'm glad. nicole's funny. and a lot like me in some ways.
i listened to some secret birthday messages. i have to say that matt's was by far the best. creepy and touching. well, not touching really.
the cat just peed on the floor. right in the living room. not five feet from where i'm siting. when the basement door (access to litter) was open, and the outside door in the same room. hmm. that bunnyhug musta looked mighty tempting. gah. i hate cats. except for all of them.
i have to go clean. fun!!!!
previously - and then
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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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