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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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2002.11.04 5:41 p.m.

i love it when people leave so that i can idolize them. lying in bed last night i was thinking 'i love chala. i love her so much. i love chala and niki and ali more than anyone in this world. they're so beautiful. if i could see them again i'd cry.' and i do love them. it's just great how melodramatic i can be while falling asleep. i'm far glad for them to be away having adventures than stuck here with me. but i love them. more than anyone. god i miss them.

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once my shipments arrive i will be the proud owner of a complete jonathan taylor thomas movie collection. what, you think i'm lame? well i never. no, i am lame, it's an intrinsic part of my beauty. la la la la la la la la. well, a nearly complete collection. apparantly he was also a part of a crazy film called 'i woke up early the day i died'. if you have not heard of this film, it is a lost ed wood screenplay with no dialogue. done by billy zane with many famous people. or semi-famous people. i'd really like to see it. get it for me.

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i got to work an hour before i was supposed to be there this morning. so i left and drove around. then parked in the co-op parking lot and watch the superstore gas station for 45 minutes or so. at first i was thinking about how much fun the must have been having. doing his little jobs all by himself. then i thought about how i could rob it sooo easily if i only had a gun. or even a big knife. so i might.

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jon ostrander and brendan reese came in to jerry's today. i talked to them for a pretty long time. brendan is the friendliest guy i've ever talked to. well, close anyways. man he's nice. jon ostrander has pretty hair. brendan told me i could rob the gas station that he works at if i want. so i might.

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i'm going to buy a car. what kind of car should i buy? i want a nissan micra ideally, but i'd also like a datsun 210 wagon. but meredith, those are so old that it will die before you even drive it home. the emergency break will come out of the floor. the pannels will rust right off. the trunk will fall and break people's heads. i know, but i waaaant it. nissan micra is the closest thing. or...a nissan sentra wagon. any nissan wagons really. also a very old toyota would be good. they're so cute and super round or super boxy. i love boxy. box box box. maybe i should buy a brother for supertruck though. or a sister. or even a cousin. i think he's lonely. luckily i spent some quality time with him this morning.

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i'm going ot get an apartment. what kind of apartment should i get? one right beside evan hardy school so that i can spy on constantine all day? why no, that's creepy. even thought they are really nice apartments with balconies close to your work. maybe one in city park. i like city park. or maybe i should just get a house. probably in fact.

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i'm going to take a bus trip. where do you think i should go? probably up the west coast. vancouver, seattle, eugene, portland, san francisco, l.a, then back down through all them big midwestern states. man,that'd be brilliant.

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i'm getting boring in my old age.

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*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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