fiddle dee

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone i know i know... mercutio was talking about me

Monday, November 05, 2007


you are having lunch; you must be famished... now why you banging the plate, each time you scoop some food... you an efiing judge? It is not a GAVEL!!

I can not be accountable for my balled up fist right now- it is conditioned to swinging at any slurping sounds followed by resonating thuds on the table as you place your glass down- you aint an effing judge brah!!

Now frigging Adam (it is his real name) you only seem to have one comment to make each and every time I bump into you "you putting on weight girl..." I can think of reasons why you say this
1. your roundedness develops a virtual waist line of sorts
2. you figure I will be motivated to do those extra reps in the gym
3. I will like you more for your blatant honesty
oh Adam, you ar brilliant!

... so you actually figure an SMS qualifies for a bootycall - night cap?
as I jog around your vastness in an attempt to locate your ear

"mother fucker!"

OMG you must be the brightest mind on earth ... what is that you studied... econometrics, no, statistics... you a lawyer? right ow, I wouldnt care if you were fucking einstein- what's that got to do with the price of beans?

Oi you... yes you- bitch! you sure can put people down... lose the fucking halo when it is time to make decisions and for cripes sake- grow some fucking cajones!!