February 19th, 2001:

I think I am going home now.

Yeah… that sounds good.

Going bowling tonight. Woo! I get to have the “blubber coated penguin” all to myself. YAY! Man, I love it when a girls boobs touch her knees. And I REALLY love it when her waist touches her feet.

“Grease me up, baby… I’m all yours!”.

Anyone have a bathtub and about 500lbs of flour I can borrow?

Thanks to belladonna, starzz, bradfitz (who fixed the error message… yay!), lilly, jaclyn, jaclyn, joiseyguy, petfish, crackmonkey, jaclyn, alleypat, jennie and jaclyn for the text messages. And… for your amusement, here are some of the more interesting of the bunch:

“bill says to tell you ‘pinche joto bendejo’ (te quiero)”

“1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144…”

“i t h i n k i a m l o s i n g m y m i n d”

“i don’t like error messages. :-(”

“my 115 lb belly is popping out of my jeans…Ewwww… gross!”

“sthhhinnnnky.”

Dealt with the dryer. Found information on how to wire it for a 4-prong outlet on the Internet. It was a damn good thing I looked too, because I initially had it wired all wrong. I made Brad turn plug it on, flip the breaker, start it up, and touch the door… so that if anyone were to get shocked, it would be him. Damn, I am a good friend. Watching him turn it on using the corner of a cardboard box was hilarious, however.

Washer was leaking. We pulled it out, and Brad used his super-man strength to tighten up the hose some more. All looks good now.

Time for bed now…. way too late.

Oh. Send me a text message just because it is fun (and ignore the error message you get…. I still get the message).