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Nov. 17th, 2002 12:46 amDear Jimmy Fallon,
You may not know me, but I am quite obviously your soul mate. Shh, no need to question it, my love. I know these things. Pay no attention to tink, or any of those other hoochie mamas trying to get your attention. They couldn't love you like I could, Jimmy! Now, be a good boy, and buy Rachie a plane ticket to New York?
Love,
Your future baby mama.
Hee. I can so see Tink right now, all "Oh no you di-idn't!" Le sigh. Oh Jimmy, why must you be so adorable? And all that living across the country, not knowing me-ness? What's that about? I mean, duh! He should be living here! Then we'd bump into each other at the grocery store, and I'd be like "Oh, my bad" and he'd be like "Wait, is your Dad a baker? Because, honey, you got a nice set of buns." Then we'd make out. Ha! I love my fantasy world. So much better than my real one, where I'm eating wheat thins at one in the morning, composing fake letters to my celebrity crush in my live journal. Heh. *cough*loser!*cough*
Speaking of wheat thins, I like how I'm sitting here, eating them, when I ate a whole totinos frozen pizza when I got home, and had Mc Donalds, around five or so, this evening. I swear, sometimes my stomach is like a black hole. I guess it's okay though, because it's not like I sat around all night. I mean, my body did use up energy at work, so it's excusable for it to be hungry, right? That job really does take up energy, too. Nothing like being a cashier in intimates used to be like. Especially on a Saturday night.
Work wasn't bad, though.
( Life must've heard all my bitching earlier, and taken pity. )
You may not know me, but I am quite obviously your soul mate. Shh, no need to question it, my love. I know these things. Pay no attention to tink, or any of those other hoochie mamas trying to get your attention. They couldn't love you like I could, Jimmy! Now, be a good boy, and buy Rachie a plane ticket to New York?
Love,
Your future baby mama.
Hee. I can so see Tink right now, all "Oh no you di-idn't!" Le sigh. Oh Jimmy, why must you be so adorable? And all that living across the country, not knowing me-ness? What's that about? I mean, duh! He should be living here! Then we'd bump into each other at the grocery store, and I'd be like "Oh, my bad" and he'd be like "Wait, is your Dad a baker? Because, honey, you got a nice set of buns." Then we'd make out. Ha! I love my fantasy world. So much better than my real one, where I'm eating wheat thins at one in the morning, composing fake letters to my celebrity crush in my live journal. Heh. *cough*loser!*cough*
Speaking of wheat thins, I like how I'm sitting here, eating them, when I ate a whole totinos frozen pizza when I got home, and had Mc Donalds, around five or so, this evening. I swear, sometimes my stomach is like a black hole. I guess it's okay though, because it's not like I sat around all night. I mean, my body did use up energy at work, so it's excusable for it to be hungry, right? That job really does take up energy, too. Nothing like being a cashier in intimates used to be like. Especially on a Saturday night.
Work wasn't bad, though.
( Life must've heard all my bitching earlier, and taken pity. )
