September 2nd 2001

I will now take this forum to praise the greatness of Cream Chicken, mashed potatos, spinach, rolls, corn, and milk. If I were to have a last meal, this would be it. Mmmm, greatness.

So I thought of a story to write for my class, but when I really thought about it, it seemed a little too tabloidy for my class. I mean, it's a typical "Mom has abortion when I'm a little girl, she dies, I lose out on a sibling and a mom, I turn anti abortion and do rallies and such, my best friend gets pregnant by my boyfriend and has an abortion, they eventually get married and I'm bitter at life in general" kind of story, but I dunno. I think I can do better than that.

Is it just me or does Julianne Moore just totally suck in Hannibal? She looks like she's just reading the script word by word, so mechanical. I listened to the book on tape last year, and I'm just really dissapointed in the movie. I didn't really like the tape at first, because the author, Thomas Harris, read it, and he had a disturbing southern accent. But I kinda got used to the accent and actually looked forward to it once I got into the book.

Anyway.

I bought Peanut Butter Kudos again at Target last night. I shouldn't do that, because if I eat one, I have to eat three more after that. Oh, dear.

Now, Davey, I consider you the bestest friend I have on this stupid place, but if you call my dog stupid again I'm going to fly my ass to Canada and.. and.. do bad things. He's my baby.

Damn, Anthony Hopkins is all kinds of fine looking in this movie. Gimme some!

Since I haven't done it for a while, here's the lyrics to My Michele, by Guns N Roses.

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MyMichele, Guns N Roses

Your daddy works in porno

Now that mommy's not around

She used to love her heroin

But now she's underground

So you stay out late at night

And you do your coke for free

Drivin' your friends crazy

With your life's insanity

Well, well, well you just can't tell

Well, well, well my Michelle

Sowin' all your wild oats

In another's luxuries

Yesterday was Tuesday

Maybe Thursday you can sleep

But school starts much too early

And this hotel wasn't free

So party till your connection call

Honey I'll return the key

Well, well, well you just can't tell

Well, well, well my Michelle

Well, well, well you never can tell

Well, well, well my Michelle

Everyone needs love

You know that it's true

Someday you'll find someone

That'll fall in love with you

But oh the time it takes

When you're all alone

Someday you'll find someone

That you can call your own

But till then ya better...

Now you're clean

And so discreet

I won't say a word

But most of all this song is true

Case you haven't heard

So c'mon and stop your cryin'

'Cause we both know money burns

Honey don't stop tryin;

An you'll get what you deserve