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messages to nekono:
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from weeme :
Can Nekono come out to play?
from sooner :
Oh, marvelous Nekono! How I love your words of squirrel torture. The more people who admit to this kind of abuse, the greater the awareness, and the sooner the extermination can begin.
from weeme :
O MY GOD! NEKONO! I'd given you up for dead eons ago. or Lent. or someting like that. Welcome back!!!!! Oh how I've missed you...!!
from peth :
now you must mend your ways, little stogie.
from sooner :
Please understand, there is cake here.
from peth :
thank the lord and the heavens above, there is gravy!
from peth :
i will go to the gym tonight, along with all the other new years resolutionistas.
from peth :
then another nail, then another. down they fall, onto my dirty lo-pile carpet.
from peth :
i haven't seen breaking the waves. here come the chelsea girls.
from btchelicious :
Oh, my darling, I have a little more then a landing strip. I have a down-sized triangle.
from peth :
i am pranky. i need a hanky.
from pitty-sing :
he is my coy mistress.
from sooner :
Dear Neko. I am coy because it gets me more cock. I am what you call a "cock tease." I'm all about the cock.
from peth :
I love it more.
from sooner :
I LOVE THE ENTRY YOU WROTE JUST FOR ME!
from peth :
under your dark glasses.
from peth :
viva la muerte!
from redblur :
Electric fan.
from weeme :
ooo facts of life. I soooo wanted to go to a boarding school somewhere in New England when I was but a lass. It was a major fantasy of mine. Remember when Molly Ringwald was on FOL? Those were the days. yep,yep yep yep, yep. Those were the days.
from popattic :
if you like snowpony, you might enjoy this interview i did with them awhile back since they don't get much press - <a href="http://members.tripod.com/surface8/wordspictures/snowpony.htm">read here</a>
from btchelicious :
did you update then delete it?
from peth :
down by the river/i shot my baby
from peth :
oh i bit into my apple and there were little tiny telephone books in it.
from peth :
crystal. sat night. i heard Eunice is coming.
from que-suerte :
oh how i love mockery. first off, that's not me in the banner photos. and thank you for taking the time to criticize me before reading any actual entries.
from peth :
I wish I had me a Neko Junior.
from weeme :
is there another version of the stamp? Like Young Elvis and Old Elvis? May I lick it?
from peth :
i like yer earphones.
from peth :
i am the hobnobbing sort, and i do it extra just to vex you . i like to vex you.
from peth :
I'll give you an 18-hour headache, little miss. why haven't you stalked me lately? i have a toilet now.
from pollymoog :
i'm up for a polariod swap. send a note my way and we'll suss out details!
from sooner :
Annie and Godspell are among my very very favorites! When, oh Neko, When?
from weeme :
o, i too am french-a-phobic. Which may suprise you with me being Canadian and all. I do like parts of France, however. The wine parts. The pastry parts. The parts which are provincial and lavender. Actually, like France. It's the french I have a problem with. Perhaps you can make do by saying it like "Well! I neve-aah." kinda huffy and Scarlett O'Hara-ish. You've got plenty o' Scarlett in you. I can tell.
from weeme :
um, excuse me, HUH?! I'm so delighted to have you gracing my notes again. It's been ages since I've had a Neko note and they are amoung my very favorites. But I say again huh? You come over a display a haughty "Well I never!" and then leave me. clueless. which is y'know, more or less my usual state, but still....!?!
from peth :
but were the spectacles orange?
from redblur :
Two things - first of all, I meant THEIR suckiness, not yours. Oops. Second, yes, eggzaktlee, a pirate map. Coming soon to a diary near me!
from redblur :
Dear Nekono, I am sorry you couldn't find any of my sucky easter eggs. In a couple days I will post a map to them. Then you can rejoice in your suckiness. Ok? Yer pal, Red
from sooner :
Oh, Nekono. I will come back someday. I will. I'm not sure what my email will be so just send anything you like to sooner@diaryland.com because that will always find me. If you wish to IM me, it's sooner5555. Oh Nekono. How I miss our madcap naked romps! I'll return to you.
from sooner :
There's a love less defined, And its yours and its mine, Like the sun. And at the end of the day, We should give thanks and pray, To The One, to The One.
from sooner :
Nekono, It seems you have delisted Misty. She is very curious about this. Can you shed light?
from peth :
Oh, the French Overbite! YES!
from weeme :
You know, when i see your name all run together like that (in pity's note below) it makes me think of when I was wee and I would use my index finger to wiggle the tip of my nose back and forth like Tabitha on Bewitched and I'd whisper "ninkoninkonink" out the side of my mouth because I thought the sound effect was the entire key to making all my spells and wishes come true. But I've since learned it wasn't. Do you know the key, Neko? I bet you have a pretty good idea! O, and square dance calling is a most noble profession. I wish you much luck in you new career.
from pitty-sing :
nekonekoneko!
from sooner :
Oh Nekono. I've been in my new place for almost a week. It seems to be squirrel free. How about yours?
from weeme :
Neko, come back, come back. I'll give you some strawberry cake.
from zerom3ph :
yeah!!!! dolemite!!! heh.
from weeme :
oooh you're back! I hear you saw naked girls. I think that requires a new entry, don't you?! Do spill all in your fabulous neko-esque fashion. please.
from pollymoog :
i came across your journal via 3 degrees of separation. i posted a note in some other kids journal named shoe-gazer wondering why he didn't cite my bloody valentine but apparently you beat me to the punch. anyway, nice journal.
from polaroidrock :
i have a polaroid for you. are we still exchanging?
from weeme :
Have yerself one helluva swell and swingin' time Neko-poo! We'll be waiting for you to return with tales of yer travels in vivid naughty neko detail. Bon Voyage!
from mistachel :
what you seem to fail to understand is that i treat most people online the same way i treat them in real life. i don't look at the internet as a fantasy land. it is a real and viable way to meet people whom you may not have met any other way. now i know i'm a reactionary person. that is something i deal with. i try not to let things bother me, but when i'm crabby, that doesn't always happen. i realize you get a hell of a kick out of everything, but there have been people like you in and out of my life for years. i don't use diaryland to post little interesting tidbits about my life. i use it to help process what's going on in my corner of the world. the same as i would a paper journal. i've tried keeping those, but writing anything gets tossed by the wayside after a while. the internet is a much more appealing choice because i'm online much of the day anyway. i hardly expect someone like YOU to understand. but as i've said, you don't know anything more about me than what i've written online, so you don't know how i deal with the crap going on in my life. this has all probably gone in one ear and out the other, so to speak, and i'm probably wasting my time. c'est la vie. now do me a favor and just give it a rest. you don't care how i feel about stuff, so why would you even bother to leave a note telling me not to take things so seriously. that's what i do. i DO take things seriously. i'm sure i'm opening myself up for a barrage of notes again, i really don't care. i'm not going to let you, nor your little band of friends, ruin what is probably the best therapy i've ever gotten, which is writing in a journal and getting outside perspective (from people other than you) about how to deal with things. like i've stated, and i really don't want to again because of redundancy, you DON'T know ANYTHING about me, so don't try to assume that you do.
from btchelicious :
I'll miss you, nekonononono.
from weeme :
garlands of garlic? Crucifixes? Krispy Kremes laced with cyanide?
from weeme :
Is this some kind of a riddle? I dunno...WHAT do you DO when mothballs don't work?!!!!
from btchelicious :
the secret list is a big bad secret. No one my know the truth of the list.
from addieplum :
ah, the "where" is that little building on haddon ave that used to be a typewriter store and is in between the new massage place and the little brown office building which is right in front of the speedline station. no one ever knows what i am talking about when i mention that office building though. it's as if there is some kind of cloaking device working on it.
from mistachel :
you only wish your diary was half as interesting as mine is.
from addieplum :
i want to take you yogaing, but the class is all full. the room is small and also crowded with steps and big balls. you could maybe go yogaing with gardenflower?
from novembre :
one of my nicknames is "twinkle toes." however, i am not a squirrel.
from peth :
If'n my name were 'meth' instead, i'd be giving you a good verbal lashing, meine kleine kittykat. But since it is instead 'peth' I will talk to you of lemons.
from weeme :
ok. i spelled Malicious incorrectly. Impugn away.
from weeme :
and not to ruffle your feathers any further, Misty, but I think it's "drivel", not "dribble." Drivel n. silly talk, nonsense. –v. (drivelled, drivelling) to talk or write drivel. Hah! And Malacious dares impugns my grammar.
from weeme :
o dear, neko. I've heard rumblings that all the d-landers with usernames starting with "M" are going to form a posse and run you the hell outta Dodge. I'd give you directions to a safe haven if (a) I wasn't enjoying this so much and (b) I hadn't misplaced my cartography skills somewhere whilst exploring the rough terrain of html. I bet Peth could assemble some kind of compass for you outta pineapple and tinfoil though. She's so crafty. It's a thought. xo Cortez
from mistachel :
your notes are becoming childish. if you paid any attention to anything i write, you'd know what the car show is for. but since that seems to be beyond you to actually pay attention to content, i shouldn't be surprised that you are as dense as you appear to be. with some luck, maybe someone will start leaving you the annoying notes you leave me and you'll complain of stalkers again. that was slightly more amusing than the dribble you produce with your keyboard. now run along and find someone else to bother.
from weeme :
I am going to walk the wolf now. We will commune with nature and recite soothing mantras. And we will be very wary of the squirrels and mindful of the virulent threat they pose.
from ravenheart :
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it.
from weeme :
Good lawd, Neko! Now Maliciousd is marauding all over MY notes page, implying I need to get out my old Canadian Press Style Guide to double check my grammar and spelling before posting a word! Now if i wasn't such a timid wee thing and so distraught over the disappearance of Toby the missing mutt, I might go over to her notes and employ the supposedly Canadian quip I discovered at the bookstore the other day whilst searching for Communication Arts 2002 Illustration Annual in a grand show of machismo. It would go something like this "Hey, Maliciousd! Before you start challenging my grammar skills and rumbling around my notes, you should be aware that I eat oak trees and fart acorns!" And then I'd laugh like a crazed Paul Bunyan and my laughter would shake all of Diaryland and send Maliciousd scuttling back to Riotlady where she apparently belongs and will be free from the ugly scourge of poor grammar. But. let's face it, I am wee and distraught and aside from that, I am Canadian and would inevitably end up apologizing profusely and plying her with beer. Now is the point where we all join hands and sing something nice and loving, like they would at the Christian Coffee Shop.
from maliciousd :
Your first note made little sense to me, but I'm not interested enough to probe into it. Now tell Mr. or Ms. Bull, why this precious matador would want to be your friend if, as you say in weeme's notes, I am a horrid girl?
from weeme :
holy squirrel shits neko! What did you say to riotladyamy to warrant such a vehement volley? From third parties no less! Have you been out there provoking again? tsk tsk. Did you make riotlady cry? No I don't think you're mean. Misguided and mischievous, maybe.... a clown? most emphatically no. Actually, when I first read your note, I thought you said "down" which I kinda like. "She said I was a down." of course, your neither. And I have half a mind to go stompin' over to maliciousd's note page and give her what for, but instead i'm retiring to the bathtub to ponder lemon laws and crockpots.
from maliciousd :
Just read your notes to riotladyamy...maybe if you would read and focus on what you read instead of pontificating on your own superiority you would have noticed that her major dislike of the hair color she got, was 1) that it was not what was advertised on the box...which would unnerve anybody and 2) that it isn't an accurate manifestation of her personality. She's said on numerous occasions that the hair isn't THAT bad and that a girl of her age CAN pull it off well, BUT that it isn't HER. Furthermore...anyone who outright attacks another for their musical taste simply because it doesn't comply with the attackers taste...is intollerant and ignorant. So how bout that? Would you rather think someone called you a clown? (which she certainly did not) or intollerant and ignorant? (not that it matters because it's clear at least to me that you are all three.)
from weeme :
Trying very very hard not to notice you've abandoned my notes page. Am consoling self by leaving lots of intriguing and flattering messages on the note sections of diaries i have utterly no interest in. Helps dull the pain, but just a WEE bit.
from ravenheart :
Gun Shy
from autumnal :
you never write
from novembre :
the song of an old cow is not more full of judgment than the vapors which escape one's soul when one is sick; so i pull the shadows around me like a puff and crinkle my eyes as if at the most exquisite moment of a very long opera, and then we are off! without reproach and without hope that our delicate feet will touch the earth again, let alone "very soon." it is the law of my own voice i shall investigate.
from autumnal :
somehow these survey chicks are fucking with you
from autumnal :
granted i was born in late december 1975....
from sooner :
P.S. I am the Zodiac Killer
from autumnal :
p.s. i may or may not be the zodiac killer.
from autumnal :
who are these people fucking with you?
from weeme :
Can't really help you on the R&B assault, but I heard though the grapevine that someone just gifted Peth a pineapple and maybe she'll share it with you. Or allow you to poke the R&B babe with it.
from weeme :
I see things have changed since you were a WEE lass. Now it's all garish templates and colouring big, loud and ALWAYS outside the lines! And Wee at WEE WORLD couldn't be more grateful for that. Wee just couldn't! And hey...howbouta update Neko-licious?!!!!!!!
from btchelicious :
Nekono, what does it mean when some one has had 27 "lovers" but only dated 4 people? Does that mean that you're OK to fuck but not good enough to hang out with? Please explain it to me.
from btchelicious :
It is nekono's turn to do a "fact" entry. I wish sooner would do one.
from pitty-sing :
i racked up a lot of "lovers" via BANGBUS.
from pitty-sing :
my favorite of btchelicious's list is number 13.
from pitty-sing :
104. I hate to have my picture taken, and yet I plaster images of my sweet smile all over the Internet for the world to see.
from btchelicious :
My 15 facts were way more interesting then Misty's 100 facts. Yes, they were.
from mistachel :
the answer to every question is in my diary somewhere. if you had been READING it, you'd have a perfect score. orlok and i will have great laughs about this.....hahahahahaha
from mistachel :
why don't you go take my test now?
from pitty-sing :
102: i have no sense of humor.
from pitty-sing :
101: i am bo-ring.
from pitty-sing :
misty missed a few:
from autumnal :
where the MOFO'N notes be at?
from weeme :
I examined every inch of you last night. You is some tasty girl, neko. Mean, but tasty. Especially enjoyed snacking on your Christian bits and the scary clown lady parts, while a bit hairy, went down quite nicely too. Now it's my turn to ask for more. she cried moremoremoremore more.
from mistachel :
i don't see that typo there.
from mistachel :
you play with your bills?
from peth :
You love BRATMOBILE. You do.
from weeme :
I keep ponderin' the big "b" on his chest. What's it stand for, this mysterious symbol? Hmmm...all I can come up with is "B is for Bert". as in Ernie. And somehow I don't think Flava has muppets in mind.
from peth :
I WISH I was the ball fringe on his hat, yo.
from sooner :
huh?
from weeme :
sorry for repeating myself. sorry for repeating myself. sorry for repeating myself. sorry for repeating myself.
from weeme :
On second, third and fourth thoughts... anna could be buffalo bill. I mean, it's throughly possible that she's a he in a big girl skin suit. It's just that after years of gumming zillionaires, she's been able to afford better horomones and bigger implants. Maybe the MTV camera crew should be on the alert for hapless victims in deep,dark, crumbly wells. Night goggles for everybody!
from weeme :
On second, third and fourth thoughts... anna could be buffalo bill. I mean, it's throughly possible that she's a he in a big girl skin suit. It's just that after years of gumming zillionaires, she's been able to afford better horomones and bigger implants. Maybe the MTV camera crew should be on the alert for hapless victims in deep,dark, crumbly wells. Night goggles for everybody!
from weeme :
uh... well, of course. Peth is Anna Nicole. My bad. It's just that, I'm, y'know, Canadian. Wee haven't had the opportunity to to be as..uh...charmed by Anna Nicole as our good neighbors to the south. Dear gawd, we have to wait til September to receive formal introduction to the (already passe) Osbournes for chissakes! And anything produced by HBO, fuhget about it. Wee gotta wait for DVD. So sad. So alarming. But wee do have good beer here and apparently our sugar costs a third of what your sugar costs, all the better to lure away many of your candy manufacturers. So y'know, lets here it for Canada, home of Andrew, our fabulous diaryland host and low cost sugar. Poor Peth. Forgive me. Another plus for Canada: we're really good at apologizing.
from mistachel :
no one said you had to read it....
from weeme :
okay, notice to peth: you're beginning to sound alot like Buffalo Bill of Silence of the Lamb fame. Which is y'know, cool and everything. And while we're on the subject, let me recommend to one and all that you link to www. pamie.com and check out "the lotion and the basket." and darlin' nekono: fear not, i haven't abandoned my journal, nor the random counts. Just lacking for inspiration and time. But thanks for your concern. Just for that, I'm adding you to my favorites.
from weeme :
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me but the room just filled up with mosquitos they heard that my body was free Then I took the dust of along sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe and then I have to confess that i tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through.
from iamen :
no lies!
from peth :
sometimes i crawl around in ball gowns, chasing my dog, Sweetie Pie.
from peth :
my homely assistant has a tattoo on her arm. it is a picture of me! I sometimes take pills and pretend to be marilyn monroe.
from peth :
nekonekoneko, it's been two years since I had sex. I need a bitg bathtub because I like to take bubble baths and I'm a big girl.
from uglypoetry :
Thank you.
from autumnal :
oh here ya go ya big baby --> come visit me says my notes page
from iluvbananas :
14. o, hush. im not stupid, ok. and i know what your thinking....im not ignorant. ok, i am. god..never mind. ugghh. of all the times to be insulted, you hit me on my pms nerve.
from iluvbananas :
no. im assuiming he s somthing from the eighties or ww11 that i dont know about. neither is my generation.
from iluvbananas :
ugly yello thing with number that you caryy around in your purse for ammo. or, me at least. (ok, yea, i know that wasn't the answer youwer looking for..wait..maye..kilroy???or not.i duno)
from iluvbananas :
oh, by the way, fine. kilroy.
from iluvbananas :
:-P autumnal doesn't have her notes page on. grrrrrrrrr.
from iluvbananas :
tumble tumble tumble, WHEEEEE. its fun to be confused. ignorance is blissful. actually, i dont know who told you that but their very wrong. *shakes head* really people, can't we all just try to understand each other?? yea, i dont know about that one either.
from autumnal :
wink wink wink nudge nudge nudge, know what i mean, know what i mean - is that your wife, huh, that your wife? - does she, you know, does she? you know... wink wink wink, nudge nudge nudge, know what i mean, know what i mean?
from autumnal :
[ laughs evilly and a bit caustically ]
from autumnal :
i am evil because my notes are gone.
from weeme :
sorry...got a bit excited over the thrills and chills portion of the previous note and pematurely hit the done button. What i was gonna say, or rather ask, is whether in your honest opinion and with your serious diaryland experience (you have, after all, crossed that 100 entry barrier) AND seeing as how you obviously read my profile page...Do you think I outta go back and edit my profile. See, I dashed it off before I really spent much time delving the murky depths of diaryland and am now realizing almost no one sounds as bloody Mary Poppins as i do. And almost no one reveals their occupation right up front. Not that I have a problem with revealing that or anything, just wondering...
from autumnal :
when i use notes i tend to answer in both areas, mine and theirs. i prefer the comments to the notes however. thanks for your maugham interpretation, although i would have settled for a quote. cheerio.
from weeme :
Ooohhh..Thrills and chills in the same note. What more can one wish for? Now he
from iluvbananas :
jack off jill?
from weeme :
what is a douche thrill and how can I avoid ever experiencing one?
from iamen :
how so? (sly) it'll take me a while to read all 103 entries. standby...
from ravenheart :
Nekono's pussy!
from autumnal :
HMM wondering if one measuring ones life out in literary references, as some believe, is a good or bad thing.
from yawgmoft :
Neko Neko Neko What can I say but Neko?
from sooner :
no, the new thrift in Stratford on the Pike.
from sooner :
Oh, I haven't forgotten. I've set aside Tuesday night, about 6ish for thrifting, Webbers, and Miracle Whip. I hope that suits you. I have also invited Bitchy and Peth. They will probably just watch the Miracle Whip Madness, but you never know about that Bitchy. Won't you thrift with us?
from shownah :
nope, we haven't gotten matching tatoos.. yet. we've decided to wait until it was legal without parental permission. heh. but, it's along neither of those lines. it's spiritual. not in the religious sense though.
from sooner :
The thing is dear, I hardly blah blah blah blah blah yackety smackety blah! So there. And while I'm at it, WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO SIT ON AN UNEDUCATED TACK! That showed you.
from gurliestyle :
the thing is, dear, it is my journal + i hardly care about your uneducated opinion. and as for ego-stroking? i don't need that. i already know how fab i am.
from btchelicious :
I'll tell you who nekono is, she's a mean mean girl!!!
from btchelicious :
This turn of events is most excellent. I wish I had a stalker. Perhaps I am too scary for people to stalk. That makes me sad.
from delainy :
oh, little neko...you're so funny. and very inaccurate. i bet it's driving you crazy that you can't read what i write. i know you and sooner claim to be my biggest fans. you poor dears.
from delainy :
you poor dear...i don't like it when people are mean to me. you can go bother peth all you want and leave me alone. but until you do, i've decided to keep writing you notes and maybe writing about you in my diary...and YOU CAN'T READ IT...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA love, misty
from delainy :
i bet you'd like to know if i quoted your little note that you left me this morning....but since you can't read the new diary...you'll never know...hehe...you've had to resort to soliciting notes so that you have something to do at work. why don't you do real work instead?
from gurliestyle :
please refrain from posting notes in my journal. thanks.
from counthere :
Hey! Thanks! It's a pleasure to be your token gay guy. Someone's gotta do it! :)
from delainy :
you should double check your info...i'm not pregnant. but, if i ever become pregnant, you'll definitely not be the first to know.
from gurliestyle :
and how many entries did you read? the entire thing? very likely not.
from gurliestyle :
teen angst? i am 26 years old. get over yourself. gurliestyle.diaryland.com
from peth :
where are my notes?
from peth :
you haven't yet left me any new notes.
from peth :
leave me some more notes. any notes you planned on leaving for others, but you can't, you can forward them to me!
from heckafresh :
I'm too poor to buy my french toast pre made, but I can still aford to cook it myself!
from orlok :
Do not leave me another note.
from tpicasso :
no im not mad!
from sooner :
where did Mistachel go?
from peth :
you are already bold, but i promise to put you in some brackets. Here comes the sun.
from peth :
i listened to 'hips and makers' on sunday. Flame came in the room as the title track was a-sending me somewhere else, and he brought me back by shouting, 'what is this chick singer songwriter crap?' ha ha ha
from mistachel :
i have to wonder what your schools taught you as a child since you don't know the difference between a whiffle ball and a softball. it's very sad, i'm sure.
from peth :
thank the lord nothing else behaves like you.
from tpicasso :
actually no, i really dug the jesus poem... it was a pleasant surprise when i finally figured out (about halfway through) that it was sarcastic... hmmm and maybe i should put more of an explanation on my last entry... it refers to a very different time in my life... im not very religious anymore, whether thats unfortunate or fortunate i have still to figure out.
from peth :
i'll make you cry so much you will get demoted and you will be forced to work in the mail room with that girl that sings to herself and smells like earwax.
from peth :
honkey.
from shoe-gazer :
i am?...the G.O.A. must have lost my certification in the mail...and i'm not sure just what is to be done with me...you could keep me on your dresser like a plush animal... xoxo, j
from nyquilgirl :
Las Vegas. The heat. The bodies. The jingle of coins. Overstimulation.
from btchelicious :
I would pester her but I don't have the patience to read her diary. I like your readers digest versions of her entries though. Oh, and I find the picture in her profile most unfortunate.
from jwinokur :
You wrote me a note asking me to sign your right breast, since I am famous now. I guess I am confused. Why your right breast? And, if I am famous, why hasn't anyone told me yet? http://jwinokur.com
from dana-elayne :
Officially, I believe that I can be called a short stack. Which is better than--midge, pee wee, and stumpy.
from dana-elayne :
Actually, I'm one inch over the limit for the "little people of America". I'm 4'10" and I'm not for rent. Though, that does open new and interesting options for me if I ever decide not to teach!
from mistachel :
to be clear about my parents: my mom was a bartender, not a cocktail waitress. and my dad isn't a drunk. he just approached her at the bar. but that's fine for you to mis-interpret. i'm taking your reading priviledges away from my sensational life.
from mistachel :
jason does not keep a diary anywhere. and he is rarely on aol, if at all. but even if he were, there's no way on god's green earth that i'd ever give the screennames to you. i hope you like being my little pest. just don't expect me to play with you or bathe you.
from mistachel :
no, that's not when i lost it. the 3rd sunday of august is the annual antique automobile show that the car club i am a member of puts on in my area. and my bf already knows about the cheating thing. but i thought my diary was so boring to you? why do you bother to read? you really are like jason.
from shoe-gazer :
no, i am absolutey NOT a telemarketer...i do get calls from them though...they're always for my brother..and i tell them that he's out to sea serving his country..and they feel bad and leave me alone...xoxo, j ...ps- i am pretty good at pretending though.."please don't hang up..this is an important call..."
from addieplum :
i know the man with the alaska scarf, who lingers in collingswood coffe shops. his name is jeff, and when next you see him please feel free to chant "cheese, cheese, cheese" at him. he will know what it means.
from mistachel :
the information posted next to my name in your profile.
from orlok :
Thanks. It's Orlok, btw.
from mistachel :
olive branch is now revoked until you tell me where you got that information. i warn you, don't piss me off.
from mistachel :
i am extending the olive branch. behave yourself and we can be friends.
from peth :
oh my god. that was mean.
from mistachel :
maybe i shouldn't tell you, but maybe you don't care...the html format for your email link is coded wrong. all it's going to do when someone clicks on it is send them to the main diaryland page.
from mistachel :
then don't leave mean messages in other people's guestbooks. consider it your karma, hun. :)
from mistachel :
my name isn't rachel. sorry.
from mistachel :
i read what you left in wax poetic's guestbook, and that was fucking mean.
from peth :
you make me cry you are so MEAN
from peth :
you are mean like the piece of work-related mail i recieve, i just want to hide it in the back of my filing cabinet, but i can't
from peth :
you are MEAN like the crack in the pavement i trip on in my new mary jane shoes with the eyelets.
from peth :
you are MEAN, Neko-kitty, fly girl
from tpicasso :
Im not exactly sure...but i think i was standing in the same rain storm that you did before you got on your bus... the rain drops were really huge that day... i think i was the only one who was stupid enough to leave the Acme that day without an umbrella... and consequently got super soaked. anyway your on my favorites and i could use some visitors since im very new to this. feel free to stop by.
from shoe-gazer :
welp, i listen to a couple bands that are considered "shoegazing" bands...namely my bloody valentine and slowdive...i probably didn't mention them in my profile cause i listen to way too many bands to list them all..you understand i'm sure?..let's just say that it's not my area of expertise..i chose the name because i had heard it mentioned before...and while some bands that i listen to don't fit into it's genre, i often find myself staring at my shoes while at their shows...not because they are boring bands...but because the music moves me while i'm physically standing still...=).. xoxo, j
from fu-fu :
that poem was fucking hilarious. i left one. try and find it.
from peth :
You are a genius, KADA!
from sooner :
YES! We will run away to Alabama and marry. And you will learn to play the banjo and I will stamp my feet and there will be so much fun at our revivals.
from peth :
i will be at the shitshack today, till about 6 i'm guessing. it is the shack with the greening japanese maples out front, so you cannot see the facade. please stalk again soon. you will get a grand tour. it is big!
from peth :
we need to give sooner some phone magic.
from sooner :
Those ARE the best phone messages in the history of the world ever! Why don't I ever get phone magic like that? Why? Why?
from btchelicious :
HEEHEE!! um, where is #3??
from sooner :
I want more entries in which you get wet. HOT!
from heckafresh :
You like notes better you say, huh? Do you still play the p-pong? There was a girl at the cafe who had a shirt that read "boys are like parking spaces, all the good ones are taken." She said that all the men are offended by it. I told her I wasn't taken so I wasn't offended by it. I don't think I impressed that girl. Fuck.
from sooner :
I feel like the magic is gone from our relationship. You used to leave me little notes and I would read them and laugh and laugh. But now... well now it's different. You've put up all this distance between us. I want it to be like it was before. I want you back.
from peth :
if i wandered into your neighborhood, and fell into your hydrangea bush, would you give me a hot dog?
from peth :
up up the boogie.
from sooner :
I would like to leave you a guestbook entry, but I STILL can't figure it out. There is no clicky. Clicky necessary.
from btchelicious :
Ghost stories. You promised me ghost stories. And now you are gone and perhaps still sick. Where are the ghost stories?
from heckafresh :
Oh SNAP! It was Vallentimes day yesterday? No wonder all of my johns were bringing me flowers and candy. I was all, "no, no, no, it's crack and elephant tranquilizers, the deal hasn't changed!" But they all had nice vials of narcotics too! PS My moms landlord has the shingles for real. It is an unpleasant affliction apparently, as one would imagine.
from btchelicious :
Please tell us some ghost stories. And would you like to go miniature golfing with us?
from peth :
oh neko, there are strange men in my bungalow.
from btchelicious :
Ooo, ooo, ooo, did you see ghosts???
from heckafresh :
Made any popcorn in that sub-microwave yet, huh? Any salty, buttery delicious pop-corn, huh?
from peth :
come over and fix my arm please.
from spindle :
beckett: it's krapp's last tape that i adore right now. it's one of his short plays and it plays out perfectly and, really, you just have to track it down and read it. it's lovely. before that was the trilogy (molloy might be the first one, i can't remember right now and all my books are packed up in boxes getting ready to move so i can't check. damnit) and it made me grind my teeth from boredom. and beckett almost came down off of my favourites list. and then came krapp to redeem him.
from sooner :
Oh, Susan. I love you too. You are my fantasy lover. We can do the baby oil thing but only if we video tape it so that we can prove nothing inappropriate happened should our true lovers complain. Is it a deal?
from peth :
Oh, Nekkles, Why can't you seem to forget him? Is it his gum? Is it the way he gives you that Chante Mallard look? Is it his enormous, swelling manhood? Or is it just the WHISK?
from heckafresh :
I'm steady catching the vapors. Bad cases of the vapors. I think I dislocated my jaw by yawning while I was drunk and I don't care for it too much nekono, quite frankly.
from peth :
rockin micro waves! i think you can also pick up messages coming from neptune with that thing.
from neurotic-one :
Damn it! I was 7 minutes off from being true to myself, in not leaving another note for the day......oh well, you probably know why my name now.
from neurotic-one :
Okay.....a lot of time passed between this message and the last one. But I was thinking about the guy on the train (not that I've been thinking about this all that time) and the reason he probably wears a pinstripe suit is to make him "appear" less huge. I shared that link with my friend and told her I found someone as curious as us. She didn't understand the how of what I meant, until I pointed out that you were so curious as to why this fat guy was crying, that you checked out the title and the author of the book he was reading....went to work and look it up. Aaaaaaaaah, she says. She was just stuck on your minute details of the clothing. We "solve" all types of mysteries in regards to totally dysfunctional people and the reasons they do them. =>
from neurotic-one :
Besides my diary....your the only diary I read that ever used the word...traipsed....January 25th entry. Yikes, I'm afraid my note leaving will sort of look like yours to Ann Frank's note page.....egads, I hope this is the last one, at least for today.
from neurotic-one :
Your diary looks great.....but then what do I know, I'm really retarded. I found your diary through all the notes you left Ann Frank...and I just had to come check out what another obsessive person wrote about!
from sooner :
Oh, Yoko. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
from btchelicious :
STUPENDOUS!
from btchelicious :
Um, perhaps you are not aware of the rules, but when you attend a Peth party you are obligated to make an entry about it.
from ann-frank :
dear necko: i have absolutely nothing funny to say 'cept you crack me up. and I dont think the template is that bad. sheesh!
from peth :
Sometimes Rob comes to my house and sings a ditty or two, sitting on my orange couch. Just a warning. Are you coming on Saturday?
from addieplum :
this morning i was watching fox's good day philly and they were doing this thing where they send the weather lady to a secret location and the viewers have to guess where she is. and she was in the "christian cafe" right in our own little town! i did not see steve truempy though. just some other un-cool employees.
from btchelicious :
I am also happy that you updated.
from sooner :
Oh how I've missed your wonderous updates and delicious devilry! When will Peth allow us to meet?
from peth :
Yoko is the kitty in the children's books who brings sushi for lunch to school and the bulldog makes fun of her, and there is origami paper everywhere and it makes me very happy.
from sooner :
Oh, Yoko. May I call you Yoko? Oh, Yoko. I totally miss you. But not enough to do anything significant about it. I'll just complain a little more. Also, I was in Collingswood today and I thought of you, but not enough to look you up. What's up with your guestbook link?
from btchelicious :
Where has nekono gone?
from peth :
Why are you so mean?
from peth :
I am imagining you with your hands tied behind your back with the modem wire, and you are wearing satin-y, bettie page style lingerie.
from btchelicious :
Nekono, I am so sorry for what I did to you last night. I thought everyone liked blood, especially mean people. If I had known I would not have done that to you.
from peth :
The magazines tell me that you are not cool, but they lie! I don't listen to what the magazines tell me anymore! I ignore them as they shout at me from the table next to the hair dryers at the beauty salon! we are all beautiful, no matter how ugly we are! it's true, my magical cool friend! rock on!
from coolassaward :
You are a Cool Chick! Beauty, Unique and Special. And you totally ROCK!
from peth :
Dude, if you'd like, I will NOMINATE your cool ass for a cool ass chick award, so you can be just like Buffy (except that you will never have to slay vampires or sell Cover Girl).
from btchelicious :
Dude, you are completely upsessed with christians.
from peth :
that moon was not full. it just wasn't.
from peth :
i'm surely to have the dumbest of smiles on my face.
from mrmodular :
yeah, well at least I made up my own name :-P
from peth :
i won't update my diary again until we meet. hah.
from peth :
that is so not fair. i want FUN!
from peth :
there was something in the air that night, fernando.
from sooner :
I tried to sign your guestbook. But I couldn't make it work. No clickie. Where is the clickie?
from peth :
I could be the Sorority type, i could, if only i tried, but i don't try, i just refuse to even try to try. i want to go home. this is my friday. thank god it's my friday.
from ann-frank :
You know, I tried signing your fancy new guestbook ages ago when you all changed your template to congratulate you on a job well done and shit, but then the fucker didn't show up and then I got all frustrated and stuff and now I am telling you about 2 weeks later in notes. Who's the moron now, I ask, WHO! a-f that's who! (now dance!)
from peth :
i am shy too. ask addie. ask pablo. ask anybody. we can be shy and awkward together, it will be such fun!
from peth :
i will teach you all i know. we must begin with a diner visit with my mentor, miss Addie.
from peth :
btchelicious is the most dangerous girl in all the world. you are the meanest, and I am the gassiest. excuse me.
from btchelicious :
1) Peth is very elusive. I hardly ever see her, even when I am stalking and lurking outside her house with my binoculars, she hardly ever shows herself. She is much like a pileated woodpecker in that way (and her hair..).
2) Def Leppard RAWKS!
3) No, I am the meanest girl in the world. Oh no, wait, I am the most dangerous girl in the world (and I am also mean).
4) What is the name of this Christian Coffee House of which you speak? I would like to go there and hear the fairy tales they tell.
from peth :
oh. i work m t f s s. if i hadn't been schedule for a viewing of Amelie, I would have gone back to the gym a second time, just to talk about nailpolish and stairmaster butt with you. We can still be friends!
from peth :
i had to go to the gym in the afternoon, as I am going to see amelie at 7. Amelie at 7 at the ritz 16. amelie, 7, ritz. i'll be there. that's where i'll be, if you need to find me. i'll have on the red pleather jacket and the black biker boots. look for me there. have you seen amelie? i've heard it's good. i need a spirit-lifter, and a large iced coffee beverage.
from soulsurvivor :
neruda... yes... you're good.
from sooner :
Oh, I saw that special trucker link. I had no idea that it was for me, though! I'm honored. Today, I'm going to commit the poem to memory so that when I meet you I can do my dramatic interpretation of it and you will be charmed and delighted by me and my special poem. Just like Enoch.
from peth :
wait, which dunkin donuts has the drive thru? Can I come too? Can I tagalong and pretend that I am your younger sister, and I am uncool and obnoxious, and I'll make embarassing comments so you blush in front of Sooner, and i'll have donut dust all down my front.
from sooner :
when we gonna have that coffee and donut?
from heckafresh2 :
Take pictures of clown lady, then I'll accept the html apology. PS I like to read your online diary.
from peth :
I do love the poo design. It's true, the lipstick spells out 'KUCHI-BENI'. i like to be self-referential whenever possible.
from whyihateyou :
be careful or I will have to hate you.
from sooner :
I think it is a generally accepted principle that you crack everyone's shit up! I'm applying for a grant to study this phenomenon.

Lovely template redesign. Lovely.
from ann-frank :
well nekono, that's prolly 'cause most people leave the longer notes in the guestbook and not in note! But I adore all of your notes! You crack my shit up!
from peth :
Hey, Misty, do you have any charcoal Elantras? I too, am drawn to you. Curious and blessedly reciprocal, I suppose.
from sooner :
No, Nekono. It's not bad. But is it possible for me to also be wearing a propeller beanie? Is that possible?
from missthepoint :
yikes! i apologize for not getting back to your message a bit ago... but IN DEED! your impeccable taste in ID names and music astounds me. yo la tengo, wedding present, i could go on and on but i've forgotten what you listed. perhaps we share an identical fuzzy memory. in deed. no longer updating my diary, but considering something else. soon. my AOL id: thickrimglasses if you care! cha cha cha.
from peth :
"The moon has a strange look tonight. Has she not a strange look?"
from central-red :
dear nekono: i am moving to iowa because my best friend lives there, it's much cheaper than california, i am sick of california, i have never lived in the midwest, the u of i has a really good philosophy program, and i want to get over with fistfuls upon fistfuls of hot midwestern boys. does this answer your question? love, central-red
from mrmodular :
beerner ner nerNER!
from mrmodular :
duh, I quoted the same song you did miss smarty pants. :-P
from mrmodular :
"My blood's turned to dirt, girl You broke every part of me."
from sooner :
dear nekono. I will gladly karaoke with you, but you must understand that I have a wonderful singing voice and it is intimidating to many. I hope you are up for it!
from peth :
alas, i have not rollerskates, and know not how to skate em. I will be the judge of the roller derby. there will be trophys and tiaras. there will be cotton candy and maybe some mai tais.
from peth :
Why do you come?
And why send me silly notes?
from sooner :
oh, Nekono. They are just magical lemon seeds. There is nothing to fear except Mom Simmons and her gigantic tongue and stuff. I will comfort you if you like, but only after a game of Clue.
from ann-frank :
so nice to see you writing more ...
from peth :
One of my favorite birthday presents was having Sooner send your diary my way. He and I are going to sit on a park bench on Haddon and wait for you there. I will pack sandwiches and swedish fish; he will supply the munchkins and coffee. Do not keep us waiting there too long, we might have to start gnawing off each others elbows.
from peth :
Twin Falls Idaho, yes. I might have to watch the Trading Spaces marathon, just a little.
from chzza :
"Baby You're The Best" is actually called "Nobody Does It Better" and was a Bond theme song, so naturally it's going to be a bit risque.
from heckafresh2 :
If I knew you could trade gold medals for meth I never would have quit my synchronized swimming lessons.
from peth :
i have been known to do latch-hook.
from sooner :
SOunds like fifty dollars well spent. Now let's get down and PAR-TAY!
from peth :
Yes, yes, and YES. Wood panelling can be painted over in any color you choose. So I am not too sad. and yes.
from ravenheart :
To travel the world around is good,I've done it too,inside my head and outside as well.Right now I see and hear a dark stormy snowy night outside my window.I bet it's a nice sunny day were you are now...
from peth :
Here's the thing of it: I am going to just pop into your diary, read random pages, and then sneeze and stuff, and here's what else: you are absolutely right about Paris- dog poop and stank. I didn't look at any houses in C-Wood today, just Audubon and Oaklyn. The way those people decorate. sigh.
from peth :
You are my favorite Jet-Setter.
from ann-frank :
What the heck is UP with everyone taking off to Texas? (p.s. I love the Swedish Fish. Do not fuck with the swedish fish)
from heckafresh2 :
Your well nurtured words took mine with them. Let's forget the whole discussion about who's words were a bad influence on who's, or which one's are a little slutty tart and concentrate on getting them back here where they belong, in our ever lovin' heads!
from heckafresh :
This is spooky. After a rough night at the end of a three day narcitic binge, I found myself in a lump huddled in the cabinet under my bathroom sink. I don't recall what I was screaching exactly, but I do remember praying to Jesus to kill me so i could be reunited with all of my goldfishes that have passed and also, maybe hour later trying to recall the name of that diary I had found that showed such voice and promise and had the "sunset' template. I guess Jesus thought I was still talking to him and sent you to my notes section to reply to what I had left in your notes whilst I was peaking on something or other! That fucking lord is on point!
from heckafresh :
Reading your diary has reminded me of the joy found in imagining poodles and flamboyant homosexuals, together or seperatly. Thank you kindly.
from nekono :
Oh Nekono, why dont you stop being a cheap bastard, pay the 10 dollars to become a gold card member and get a real fucking diary!
from ann-frank :
you are right, short but sweet xox a-f
from super-fly :
i just wanted to let you know that you have fabulous taste in music and movies. will oldham is super great. and harold and maude is also one of my favorite movies. feel free to talk to me sometime either through my diary or online my screenname is farce5 anyhow have a super day

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