wrangled and wrinkled.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I drooled on the collar of my shirt. So now it's cold and I zipped it up close. Now every once in a while I smell the sweet aroma of drool. And it's delightful.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Home again.

(See previous post.)

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Attention all friends:

If you read this, and you want a Christmas card, send me an email with:

Your Name
Address
and 1 good reason you should get a card.

Send your email to: jeff.beaver@gmail.com

First come, first serve!
Thank you.

This week has been nothing but Mexican and Italian food. I will have a heart attack tomorrow.

Saturday- Lunch = Mexican
Sunday- Lunch = Mexican
Sunday- Dinner = Italian
Monday- Lunch = Italian
Tuesday- Dinner = Mexican

I feel like my body is going to give on me.

Monday, December 13, 2004

You forgot insensitive!
Cold, distant, inconsiderate, belligerent, opinionated, loud, over-bearing, And I don't understand why.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.

I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.

I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.
I'm going to eat at 1:30.

I'm going to eat at 1:30.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Music from memories "haunted" me last night. As Micah and I listened to Sublime. I remember buying it and only listening to it at night because it had a parental advisory on it. So sometime after 11:30 I would slip it in the stereo and fall asleep to it. Don't tell my mom.

Friday, December 03, 2004

I like the All American Rejects. Thanks, Christen.