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Name: Mandy
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus is my favorite. My husband, also, is of some interest to me. Then there's my friends and family, and whatever random people happen to be around. I love people, but I'm forced to be cynical because some of you are just too damn creepy. Seriously. Also, I am something of a music snob.
Expertise: Playing music and being controversial, pretty much. I've grown pretty expert at shocking, scaring, and enraging people. Copasetic.
Occupation: Artist//Student//Bum.
Industry: Cynicism.
Message: message me
AIM:  aloofandcarefree
MSN: YourLittleMuffin@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/27/2004
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| According to our next door neighbor, her ability to enjoy life is crimped because:
1. We
be parkin' our truck on her grass. It's actually our grass, but
whatever, the point is that she be payin' too much money to fertilize
the grass and parking on it gon' make it die.
2. We have
cardboard boxes lying by our garage and they might blow into her yard.
Do we need trash bags? She'll provide us with some to pick up those
potentially scarring boxes.
3.
Our dog barks. According to our neighbor, she don't wanna be messin'
wit any strange dogs, an' our dog be gettin' out sometimes, an'
sometimes it also barks.
Lord have mercy.
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| People who say that
they hate fake people kind of irk me. Seriously, how much MORE pissed
would you be if someone told you you were ugly to your face than if
they said it to a mutual friend when you weren't around? You people
aren't really opposed to superficiality, you just want everyone to be
consistent with their dishonesty so that you get your ego stroked to
your face AND behind your back.
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| Ok so, here's the
deal. Discounting the fact that I haven't written on Xanga in like a
month, I write here more than I do on myspace. Only my really good
blogs make it to myspace. Hence, all my GOOD writing happens on
myspace, and all of my less good writing happens on Xanga. But, I guess
there are still a lot of people who like my crappy writing (And for
those of you who haven't been sucked into the social vortex that is
Myspace.), so, I guess I'll start writing on here... more often. Yeah.
More later.
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Yes sir, it's all gone. I've heard that men like long hair, so maybe
this affirmative action will deflect some of the unwanted attention I
seem to be up to my nose in. The creepy guy from my last entry is still
calling me at elast twice every day, even though I haven't picked up
the phone for him in a week. Anyway, carry on.
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I Hate Men Version 243.0
So apparently, having horrifying admirers
in two states wasn't enough for me. This guy cleaned the carpets in our
apartment when we were moving (I should have been onto him right away,
because he asked me if "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand was a romance
novel. Romance novel?! Try classic American literature, you illiterate
S.O.B.), and he told me that he plays piano in a church, and that he
could find me a job doing the same. The man is forty, married, and
tells me and Brandon that "Men and women should not be alone together,
it makes the church look bad." So, I give him my number.
Before Brandon left, the man called me, and I promised to get back in
touch with him later in the week, thinking about how nice it would be
to pull in some moneys while my husband is away. So this week, as
promised, I called him back, but oh, what a tangled web...
"Sure, let's get together as soon as possible!" The Jesus-touting
virtuoso beams, "We can go to my church - the secretary will unlock the
door for us - and we'll play together for a few hours. Your husband is
gone for quite awhile, isn't he? Well if you need anything honey, and I
mean anything at all, you just call me. I mean it. I can get you
anything you need - just call me sweetie."
And I was like WTF.
So, the man says he'll call back Saturday. But he must have gotten
eager, because today he has called me three times and left two
voicemails which say the same thing: "Let's get together Sunday after
church and play a few songs. Then, I'll take you out to eat."
I wasn't aware that it's cool for married people to ask other married
people out on a DATE with them when they're not married to each other.
Oh, the emotionally scarring things I would say to this man... if I wasn't afraid he might try to molest me in the process.
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