Jucifer

Chelsea's reaction to watching a Jucifer video on LP's myspace site:

Chels: Ok, can you please stop it now? It's kind of annoying - actually - it's really pissing me off for some reason.

Me: yea me too...but I think that's kind of the point.
I don't think you're SUPPOSE to like it. Like - they dont WANT you to like it - weird

Chels: Yea...seriously make it stop. It's REALLY annoying.

Me: Well..I guess I know what to get you for CHRISTMAS!

Chels: please dont.

a tiny tear of pride rolled down my cheek.

That's What She Said.

So - driving back from lunch Karen decides to tell the J crew (Jill, Jackson and myself) a rather morbid story regarding a child who was killed due to the airbag going off in the car. The basis was that Karen wanted to make sure no children under the age of ..lets call it 12...should be in the front seat...

ANYWAY

As Karen is describing the story (I wasn't really paying attention) she said:
Karen: The other driver hit the car from behind, well he kind of tapped her from behind

(to which I responded)

J: 'That's What She Said!'

it fell on deaf ears as everyone else appeared to be too involved in the dramatic story.

But I still think it was dead on in delivery.

stfu

bff.lyell says:
i don't think you understand politics much
Joanne says:
i dont think i understand ur face.
bff.lyell says:
ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL stfu

Well, it finally happened.

On Saturday evening, as I entered our beautiful mall through the Borders entrance, an incident occurred that was inevitable - though bizarre.

As I walked up to the automatic doors I started my usual routine of moving my arms a little brisker - stretching my legs a bit longer so to activate the 'sensors' that open so easily for other people. This little routine may look bizarre, but at least the doors eventually open and I walk in seemingly as if any other individual would. But not this night.

This night, God allowed the inevitable to occur. As I walked closer and closer to the glass door with the clearly marked 'Automatic Door' sign I realized that my secret would finally be revealed. (With children playing immediately inside the entrance no less!) I continued to walk forward as if everything would work out in the end but, alas it did not. My right hand which I had propped out in front of me 'just in case' landed squarely against the glass. I had to MANUALLY propel the door forward. I tried to look as shocked as possible, but inside I thought to myself 'well, it finally happened.' The mechanically power door with its embedded computer chip that 'supposedly' picks up on whatever human element that is emitted to signal 'hey there's an object approaching, open the door' failed at this most basic function.

I'm almost happy it happened. It confirms that I posses or lack something that others do not have. Young children...infants actually always take note of me passing by. They cannot help but stare in awe as I approach or leave from their view. My mom thinks I must 'be special' as she had noted this occurrence as I was a young child. Babies just can't NOT look at me and follow me around. She thinks I posses some type of Aura or emit some type of energy that makes me just a bit different from anyone else. - A mother's love I scoffed. I'm just weird. But now I think she may be onto something...maybe there is something special about me.

Maybe I really am a Jedi.

commercials

jaime: so, peter just asked me why i was wearing so many clothes today, and I was like - um, I'm not. - so then he said yes you are, you're wearing two sweaters! - and I told him, um no - this is one sweater with a hood on the back of it - so it LOOKS like two sweaters, but it's not.
sue-ann: well, it does look like two sweaters
jay: yea, it looks like two sweaters.
jaime:well it's not.
sue ann: what did you do...sew two sweaters together into one?
jaime: yea, like I have time to sew sweaters together.
jay: You probably do! You SWEATER SEWER!
jaime: I don't even know what to say to that.
jay: you need to call me a 'lint licker'

acronyms are fun!

jackson: so how's work??????? super busy @ JPI???? lol
JPI: hold on otp
jackson: what's otp?
JPI: on the phone...
jackson: he he ...oh sorry he he
jackson: quit with the lingo...ROFL
jackson: i'm sure there's lots going on in your office
JPI: oh yea, printers...printing, music playing, andrew and kristin callign every 2 mins.
jackson: wish it were the same here, I have to wait for an IT guy to come and fix my PC at UP
JPI: you have a KI for IT at UP?
jackson: lol - i guess.

queer starts with Q

bff.lyell says:
WELCOME TO THE COOL KIDS CLUB!!!
Joanne says:
the CKC
Joanne says:
i was once a part of the CFC
Joanne says:
the Cool Fuckers Club in high school
Joanne says:
then Tobey (my guy at the time) ruined everything
bff.lyell says:
i didnt think you were that kind of girl
Joanne says:
Fuckers as in peeps - not as in the act of sexual intercourse
Joanne says:
ANYWAY
Joanne says:
Tobey said that our friend Chris was part of the TFC - the 'Totally Fucking Queers'
Joanne says:
and we go ' Queer starts with Q'
Joanne says:
and he goes...'oh yea'
Joanne says:
i ended things the next day

i'm sorry ms. jackson, I am fo' real.

bff.lyell says:
it's inevitable, ms. parkinson.
bff.lyell says:
which, btw, is a great title for your new blog
bff.lyell says:
some ppl labor for WEEKS to come up with a great name for their blog
bff.lyell says:
but you? nope. i just gave you the greatest ever.
bff.lyell says:
for
bff.lyell says:
free
Joanne says:
lol
Joanne says:
ms. parkinson sounds like a skanky secretary's name