my mom doesn't know who bettie page is. don't you think that's odd? she also didn't know what a wedgie was, nor did she know what camel toe was.

hmm, your next question might have something to do with why i was talking to my mom about the above topics in the first place. my family is pretty weird. this is normal everyday stuff for us.

also, for the very first time ever, i deleted an entry in my guestbook. that's how pissed off i was. now, when i first instituted the guestbook, i was pretty much committed to letting all entries ride, regardless of any ignorance, stupidity, hatefulness, etc that might be contained within. however ... this one today really ripped it. see, here's my basic problem with what you, and you know who you are, said, this is my diary. yup, that's right. surprise, surprise. and being my diary, i pretty much write what i want. actually, unfortunately, i edit what i want to write just to avoid getting too much shit from elements of the pop. not like i have some amazing wide readership or anything, but ... well, you know what i mean. anyway, in principle that means i should write what i want. and you, and you know who you are, if you don't like it, can bugger off. not meaning to be offensive in any way shape or form here, but that's the truth, my dear. if you don't like this diary and the blatherings contained in it just.stop.reading.it. k? but when you choose to leave such a guestbook entry, it will be removed compliments of the management. if you had nads enough to leave your email address, things might be different, but alas, anonymity is your right. as is choosing not to read this diary. k? k.

such negativity!! forgive me. speaking of, i gotta try to get ahold of squeeks again and see how her family is holding up. she and fu are taking us to see tenacious d this friday night. whoo-hoo! "dude, i'm not giving you mouth-to-mouth again. last time i got a cold sore."