
November 26th, 2006: Thanksgiving!
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Hope everyone had a happy thanksgiving, I did! Joel and I had already planned to chill at my aunt’s house (pictured above) and then cab it over to my friend Tony’s house where his roomate/resident cook threw down in the kitchen. I love spending time with my family - having that many talkative people in one room is enough to burst an eardrum, and I still love it - we laughed, debated, reminisced and ate. :happytear: Afterward, against our better judgement, tried to get a cab. No such luck in the least. We ended up back in my aunts house for a few more hours and got a ride later. Some of my friends we already at Tony’s so we drank a little, laughed and ate some more. Good times. 
Fast forward to a few days later. The crew wanted to have a special kind of dinner type thing - seeing as how alot of us were going to hop from house to house on thanksgiving, but never got to (no cabs!). Joel volunteered to cook and everyone pitched in things. So yesterday we ate some more and drank a whole lot more. I tried Devil Springs, Cìclone, and Tanqueray Sterling Vodka. Craaazy.
And check this out.

Oh man.
Devil Springs is 160 proof, and comes with that nifty warning on the back. How many alcoholic beverages do you know that says “Yeah, no shots, ok?” Ack. Of course there’s one in every group that wants to do the stupidest things, against everyone else’s warnings, and you best believe that drink kicked the hell out of him. Smh. So the drunken jokes, stories and body movements lasted until the early morn. So much fun. Now I’m looking forward to christmas even more than before. Like I said – all christmas, all the time!
Thank You: Tara Coronet Scott Meshia rora.* Savageness Casey Jodi Emelita Connie

November 9th, 2006: rudeness in the Big City
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I love the structure of that building.

I love manhattan. Joel and I accompanied my mom to her job a the other day to help her with some odds and ends. Joel assembled some office furniture and then I took some pictures. There was a time when I really wanted to be an accountant, but after working at my mom’s job for two tax seasons, my mind was quickly changed.
There was alot of reasons but one of the big ones was that people are so rude! Seriously - especially when it comes to their money, even though I think everyone’s had their fair share of disgruntled customers. Arg.
To put things in perspective - for these people to have their taxes done, it means they’re making money. If they’re making money they’re working. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t appreciate someone coming to where they work be uncooperative but people don’t really treat others as they’d want to be treated, do they? I just think that people are too highstrung sometimes in that profession (well, any profession, i think). Moving on.
The next day she called me and told me she got to talk to a celebrity (a pretty big one) on her way out of work. They had a short conversation and it was just a cool coincidence. When she told one of her friends, she starting flippin, getting mad that my mom didn’t get an autograph. We got into how some of these groupies get so crazy I’m pretty sure they’d commit manslaughter to get close.
I just think it’s so freaking rude and uncalled for. Especially when you see grown people doing it too. Sitting on top of the head of your favorite celebrity and wringing their neck won’t get you a chance to talk to them. I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever been like that not even in my backstreet boys days
, just wild out and rip a celebrity apart limb from limb — though some people say it’s the price celebs pay for being in the lime light, i still couldn’t invade someone’s space like that even if they weren’t celebrities. I think I’d get embarassed. Yeah.
I should make a new layout - it’s about that time. This layout won’t be going far though; if I ever get a theme switcher, it’ll be there. 
Thank You: Whitney Tara Brandy Noelle nigger Connie rora.* Casey JC Christa

