<p>I hate the AT&T Pro-Am Golf Tournament. I live within the 2-mile radius of Pebble Beach. Pure torture!!!</p>
<p>go beantown4!</p>
<p>my valetine is harry potter........</p>
<p>Valentine's Day is only good for the cheap chocolate the day afterwards. </p>
<p>That is love. . .</p>
<p>does anyone know how to check if my computer has virus or not? Thanks</p>
<p>don't any of you ppl know that you are celebrating the death and torture of a saint???!!! a disgrace! the sadism! JOKE!:D</p>
<p>yes, that is my disappointed and miffed side saying in codes, "i haff no valentine!"</p>
<p>I think me should change valentines day to Chocolate Day, where everyone is included, and celebrates the heavenly substance that is chocolate.</p>
<p>I am so agrivated because I just got a new pair of tall boots (the big black boots that go up to your knees for horseback riding), and I had them altered to fit my fat calves only to find out the ankle part is too small, so I had they stretched as much as they would go, and now I have to get a ride to the boot place where they are being stretched to see if I can get my foot into the boot. urg. it's so frustrating becuse if I had dome a little research and looked up boots on ebay I could've gotten a really nice pair of ariat field boots (where they have laces in the front so getting your foot in is easier) for $50 and then had them altered for my calves, in a size I know fits me perfectly, instead I had to get the boots onsale that I wasn't sure if they fit my foot because if you can't get your leg in you can't try them on, and I just got them on the spur of the moment, and they're a little snug (I could get my foot into one of the boots haha, just not both of them). so yeah, I'm a bit frustrated with these boots.</p>
<p>That's why it's always a safe bet to buy boots made of chocolate.</p>
<p>if only they wouldn't melt, I would!</p>
<p>mmmm, charlie and the chocolate factory!</p>
<p>well, thats what this reminds me of.</p>
<p>i love that movie. the melting taj mahal. ahahahah.</p>
<p>im getting an urge to go eat some chocolate....</p>
<p>yeah, and if it wouldn't melt, they'd be eaten by ants!</p>
<p>They would only melt if you put them on your feet. The whole point is that you would be too busy eating them to care about boots anymore. Either that or wondering where the peanut butter is. Speaking of which, I wish that Hershey would sell the peanut butter centers of their Reese's cups to the general public.</p>
<p>What the fart are you talking about.</p>
<p>this is
the point where i need everybody to get to the dance floor
i came to have a party
open up the Bacardi
feelin so hot tamale</p>
<p>evrybody is livin it up
all the fellas keep lookin at us
cuz
me and my girls on tha floor like what
and the dj keeps on spinnin the cut</p>
<p>its like that ya'll
its like dadada i like that ya'll
you like this and you know it
caution its so explosive</p>
<p>tralalala... i have nothing to dooo... bwahahaha.... felt like posting a random comment i heard on a local talk show...</p>
<p>"The matter of the fact,
The fact of the matter,
what the ***k does it matter?"</p>
<p>tralalalala... <em>goes to the mental institution</em></p>
<p>How old is Judge Taylor in To Kill a Mockingbird? I've always wondered.</p>
<p>update on my gosh darned boots which are not made of chocolate: I got them back from the shoe place where the ankles were being stretched, and now i can get them on, but they were made un evenly so one is too big for my foot and is now giving me blisters, and the other one is too shallow (like, the height of the foot part) so when I wear them they cut off the circulation in my foot, give me foot cramps, and I have a fat bruise on the top of my foot ewy I hate my boots!</p>
<p>I think I may have to sell them on ebay to try to recoup some of the money I threw away on them :( and get a new pair which will hopefully work out better boo</p>
<p>this boots discussion brings me to how much i really love shoes. </p>
<p>along with beautiful european men and folk rock music. mmmm</p>
<p>my rant on parents:</p>
<p>there are times when i hate them, yet there are times when i love them. there are times when they make me feel like the luckiest, but there are times when i feel as if i'm a pig waiting to be roasted. i hate them but i love them. contradicting? i don't know. <em>shrugs</em></p>
<p>I WANT TO GO TO NYU STERN. I WANT TO DO AN INTERNSHIP IN LONDON. I WANT A MILLION DOLLARS. I WISH MY MOM WAS THE PRESIDENT OF WHARTON. I WANT ANOTHER 6 HOURS IN A DAY. I WANT A CAR. I WISH I COULD DO BETTER IN CRITICAL READING ON THE SAT.</p>
<p>phew, There's my rant for the day.</p>