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Oh man. I'd typed it ALLLLLLLLL out, for everyone to see; then realized that if I'd let that journal entry stand, as it was, that I'd be just as guilty as the person to whom I was referring.

I'm just sayin'...just because you find farm animals interesting doesn't mean even 1/57382975382995379 of the world does.

Then again, if *I* looked like you, I'd settle for whatever, too. And SCHTUFF. And why? Because ICH BIN EINE BERLINER!! Hahahah. Or WAS.

Und Ich bin sehr mude.

</ rant.


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Feb. 2nd, 2005 11:45 am (UTC)
Ewww that is YUCK. Then again given that I am hung like a horse I guess in some way all the girls I've loved before must have liked farm animals too *LMAO*. Oh and did you catch my Julio Igleasisias (Or however he spells it) reference with ...all the girls I've loved before" it was a nice little flashback lyrically speaking to cheer you up ;)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:37 pm (UTC)
LOLOL! You are soooo wrong, words cannot express. Do you make sheep nervous?
Feb. 3rd, 2005 08:25 am (UTC)
No they don't get nervous at all as I sneak up on them from behind...EW I am soooo wrong aren't I ;P
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:38 pm (UTC)
just because you find farm animals interesting

Dangit! You said you wouldn't tell anyone!!!!

Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:40 pm (UTC)
Welllll see, you just kept on pushing me until I...I...I HAD NO CHOICE!!!!!

Plus, the goats were starting to complain to the midgets about you; and we'll have none of that. ;)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:43 pm (UTC)
Why do you hate me so? :)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:45 pm (UTC)
J00 know I don't hate j00 at all!! I lurve you! :-D

How're the kidlettes this morning?
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:49 pm (UTC)
Yeah yeah yeah. :)

So far, so good. Lucy's got a cough, but other than that, things are OK.
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:50 pm (UTC)
Uhhhhh...that, and a headache, is how all my crap started. :/ I hope she's okay and it doesn't escalate. :/
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:53 pm (UTC)
I think she'll be OK.

I hope so, at least....
Feb. 2nd, 2005 12:56 pm (UTC)
Ja, I hope so, too. :)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 01:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 01:09 pm (UTC)
You're welcome :)
Feb. 2nd, 2005 01:53 pm (UTC)
so i can conclude out of this entry that i will never find out why i'm allowed to love farm animals and you not or will write about it.

anyway, this doesn't make sense at all. Serves me right from trying to type witty comments when i just got out of bed.

Take care of yourself ok? Rest!
Feb. 2nd, 2005 05:16 pm (UTC)
No, no, no. This was a "cryptic" entry...lol. One of MANY that I'll occasionally make.

I love them, too. But the way you and *I* love them is a far cry from the way *some* people do *coughhhhhhh*.

No rest...have to work :/ Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Feb. 3rd, 2005 07:30 am (UTC)
i'm convinced i'll make you laugh a lot more then. Because my lack of english will make me misunderstand such stuff often. LOL*
Oh well.. it can be fun for the both of us. hehe

rest during work isn't an option i guess? ;o)
Feb. 3rd, 2005 10:10 pm (UTC)
I'm so used to it, from my German friends, that I'd never point and laugh if you misused English :) God knows ENGLISH speaking people do it often enough!

I went IN to work this morning, but quickly realized I wasn't going to make it, and came home :(
Feb. 4th, 2005 07:28 am (UTC)
i'm glad that you came home. I'm not glad that you were too ill to work, but that you realised you couldn't stay and to a good job and were allowed to go home again.
Now better sick out first!
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