wait...Dechter has a dog? nice.
Seriously though, just f*ckin bow down
to this girl b/c she's cooler than you,
me and your first high school friend
with a car. College taught me little,
but this cosmopolitan lady from the
rotten apple taught me about cool. and
i thought i had so little to learn...
I like pretending to be a long island
housewife with Kris. Oh and how about
that time she brought her dog to a
rave? I could have died. She makes me
wish I was a firefighter. In short, i
like her even more than crab cakes
(that is, to say, quite a bit).
Kristina is one of my favorite New York friends. In
addition to being smart, ambitious, and witty, she's one
of (if not "the") funniest people I know! I'm so glad
she's in my life and I wouldn't be surprised if she had
1000 friends on friendster.com before the summer
ends. She's that kind of girl - her personality is
magnetic and people constantly flock to her (like me).
She doesn't even know that I think of her all the time
and miss hearing her voice every day like I used to
when we worked together. Anyone and everyone
would be LUCKY to have her in their lives!
Kristina has this awesome shitzu,
Puddles, but I like to call him, Puddie.
I used to be such a dog snob that I
pretended I wasn't a fan at first. Then
Beck played a show & we ended up right
next to each other pressed up against
the stage enthralled by our boyfriend.
She had a dozen white roses she was
throwing at him, and handed me a few.
My last one hit him in the chest. I had
backstage passes and was able to give my
boyfriend, Beck, or our boyfriend,
sorry, the little baby pumpkin and skull
lollipop (being that it was Halloween
and all). Then I asked him who's house
and he looked at me like I was freak
until I answered my own question with,
"Run's House". Eeerily, Jam Master Jay
was killed that night, so I felt like a
scumbag for even randomly thinking that.
But I digress. So the tour manager
horried our little "meet & greet" and I
walked off with an autograph that said
"JOJO, Run's house, Beck" and a hug/kiss
on cheek. Kristina was pissed. We
continually talk shit on our life
frustrations whilst smoking during
visits on Puddies walks...
Kristina rocks by the way.
would make a much sexier movie
than that stupid Mel Gibson schlock.
Seriously though, just f*ckin bow down
to this girl b/c she's cooler than you,
me and your first high school friend
with a car. College taught me little,
but this cosmopolitan lady from the
rotten apple taught me about cool. and
i thought i had so little to learn...
summer day and a hot apple cider in
a winter storm. i fell for her at 4x2.
pants over food any day.
housewife with Kris. Oh and how about
that time she brought her dog to a
rave? I could have died. She makes me
wish I was a firefighter. In short, i
like her even more than crab cakes
(that is, to say, quite a bit).
addition to being smart, ambitious, and witty, she's one
of (if not "the") funniest people I know! I'm so glad
she's in my life and I wouldn't be surprised if she had
1000 friends on friendster.com before the summer
ends. She's that kind of girl - her personality is
magnetic and people constantly flock to her (like me).
She doesn't even know that I think of her all the time
and miss hearing her voice every day like I used to
when we worked together. Anyone and everyone
would be LUCKY to have her in their lives!
Puddles, but I like to call him, Puddie.
I used to be such a dog snob that I
pretended I wasn't a fan at first. Then
Beck played a show & we ended up right
next to each other pressed up against
the stage enthralled by our boyfriend.
She had a dozen white roses she was
throwing at him, and handed me a few.
My last one hit him in the chest. I had
backstage passes and was able to give my
boyfriend, Beck, or our boyfriend,
sorry, the little baby pumpkin and skull
lollipop (being that it was Halloween
and all). Then I asked him who's house
and he looked at me like I was freak
until I answered my own question with,
"Run's House". Eeerily, Jam Master Jay
was killed that night, so I felt like a
scumbag for even randomly thinking that.
But I digress. So the tour manager
horried our little "meet & greet" and I
walked off with an autograph that said
"JOJO, Run's house, Beck" and a hug/kiss
on cheek. Kristina was pissed. We
continually talk shit on our life
frustrations whilst smoking during
visits on Puddies walks...
Kristina rocks by the way.