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February 28, 2006



I'll trade you dog training advice for some cyberstalking We'll talk...


Mom wanted me to tell you she's thinking of having you committed, but then, I think you're already thinking that yourself. :)

That's just another reason we love you!


Woman, get yourself a Gmail account. I have about 5000 invitations. It's a little weird at first, but you get used to it. Plus, no stupid word verification and it OBSESSIVELY saves your drafts for you while you're composing mails. Like, every time you take a break from typing to ponder. It's fantastic.


Hahahahaha. Cyberstalking. Fun. Just don't let the man catch ya! ;)


I laughed and laughed reading this. For a righteously annoyed person you are eloquently funny! I can enter the state of high annoyance in a nanosecond so girlfriend, I feel your pain. The dog picture-in-words was priceless. And I thought the bell thing was a great idea


I hope today will be better! Michele sent me.


Have a better day today. That's an order!

goofy girl

What is with yahoo mail recently, it's been very poor! If you want a gmail invite - if you missed everyone offering one, I can send you one. I use them both.

The bachelor has to be the worst of promising the MOST DRAMATIC ROSE CEREMONY EVERRRRR!! and then not delivering. I think we need to break up with them and tell them how much of a tease they are!!

Hope today was one of those *glad to get out of bed instead of the not so glad like yesterday!


Okay - I don't know what Facebook is or gmail is. I do however know what Myspace is and quite frankly the concept kinda freaks me out..........maybe it's a sign I am getting to old for the technological age!

And can I just say, NOT THE BOYFRIEND (now very appropriately named) You suck! H-E-L-L-O.....DUH!!!!

I love you Angela!


Your annoyances are all mine, too. I'm so with you on the dog pee thing, but I know there's nothing I can do about mine. I swear, Kona has to manufacture urine, for he pees far more than he could possibly drink.

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