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Name: Ariel
Gender: Female
Interests: I like drawing, writing, coffee, music (original, right?), the French language, psychology and sociology, warm slippers, and people watching (in an only slightly creepy way)
Expertise: Writing on birthday cakes, nail polish, and of course, coffee
Occupation: Deerfield Bakery Employee
Industry: Bakery?
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/24/2006
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| Christmas is boring. I'm knitting a scarf. Fascinating?
Knit two, purl two. Knit two, purl two. Tick tock tick tock.
I made a fantastic snowman with my neighbor the other day. Really it was more of a snow monster, but whatever. Now it is just raining.
No cigarettes since I've been back. I'm not addicted it would appear.
Which is good, cause cigarettes are bad for you.
Haha, nahhhh.
They protect your lungs from the cold. It's like a raincoat for your bronchial tubey things.
I know. My parents are doctors.
Tell me a story.
I will not go to the movies or order out chinese food. So there.
I love how much different sophomore year has been from freshman year. So much better.
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| Hi Andrew.
I am assuming you are the only one on this godforsaken website who remembers me. I should get my own website or something. I'm pretty sure that I'm kind of clever and have quirky things to say. Or that I could just make fun of people's haircuts. Online. Right.
Ha.
Life has been really good.
I blacked out and apparently sang to a guy about my uterus the other night. I've been talking to this guy for awhile. We've hooked up or whatever three times over a really spread out period. He's nice and stuff, but he's kind of stupid and uninteresting.
I feel like those are not the most terrible qualities for a fuckbuddy to have. Because in all honesty, I'm pretty sure most of the guys I know are dumber than me. So I'll take dumb and run with it. Go big or go home.
In other news, my ex got fat. Kind of hilarious. 50lbs of karma, bitch. It looks like he's smiling all the time, but really it's just the crease between his two chins. I'm not hung up, I just appreciate the knowledge that bad things do happen to shitty people.
Home for three weeks. Seems like a hella long time.
I wanna make a snowman.
Tell me I'm pretty. | | |
| Kind of like the feeling at an old folk's home...
No kidding, son.
"You're a mean, mean, mean, SO mean BITCH" - a real voicemail testimonial
And this is xanga for you. Baby, you've come a long way.
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| Resisted the urge to send a text to the ex saying "happy father's day, asshole"
Pretending to be pregnant would work better if I wasn't such an alcoholic.
Two fucking fuckless months. Fuck the celibate life. My point is proven, I am ready to get back in the game.
My job is time consuming.
My head hurts.
I like jello jigglers and I have a bikini tan. | | |
| As my dear departed friend Lotus Weinstock used to say: "I used to wanna change the world. Now I just wanna leave the room with a little dignity."
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