tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22441090962327197532026-04-11T11:15:41.256-07:00Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244109096232719753.post-52521723355253397272011-05-02T09:30:00.001-07:002011-05-02T09:30:11.283-07:00My depression will never go away, will it?Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244109096232719753.post-24514132867526065052011-05-02T07:23:00.001-07:002011-05-02T07:23:21.822-07:00No real food today. Just soup. Gotta get skinny for the wedding some way, right guys?<br /> <br /> Guys?Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244109096232719753.post-92078527139073251672011-05-01T15:23:00.000-07:002011-05-01T15:23:55.235-07:00Does anyone remember Xanga?<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Yeah, that's pretty much what I thought.Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244109096232719753.post-23427920565250491642011-05-01T11:28:00.000-07:002011-05-01T11:28:58.416-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQLGk3okAkI9TxJGmKtIq3TO1QQPuPrdjstf5cZO0f43iO0aBnGdvaVxB-fBqyNvI8Ag2lPq3TMS4syGI14o3iGh0CiQ4gCA0RDJ5FfSEDpxfcB-lzZBhtc42UDO5cBGo_zT4we4ix4GE/s1600/IMG00013-20110426-1621-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQLGk3okAkI9TxJGmKtIq3TO1QQPuPrdjstf5cZO0f43iO0aBnGdvaVxB-fBqyNvI8Ag2lPq3TMS4syGI14o3iGh0CiQ4gCA0RDJ5FfSEDpxfcB-lzZBhtc42UDO5cBGo_zT4we4ix4GE/s320/IMG00013-20110426-1621-12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><i>Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly...</i></div>Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244109096232719753.post-19200982971379959212011-05-01T10:34:00.000-07:002011-05-01T13:53:43.442-07:00I woke up today somewhat excited and somewhat ill. Today was supposedly the big day that we were moving out of the Motel Hell. We have had stayed here for several months but have grown tired of it, to be quite frank. There was also a monster out there looking for me, but he just gave us yet another reason to move out. As I started packing my bedroom items, my mother went off to talk with the landlord. As I was stuffing my scrap material into the giant suitcase, the phone shrilled out with it;s godawful ring. I cursed under my breath as I walked over to answer it. It was Mum. "We can't move today," she spoke with great distress in her voice. Apparently, they have yet to turn on our utilities and the landlord won't let us in until they do. Although quite disappointed, today really quite a shit day to move anyway. Stomach cramps and horrible weather do not aid one in moving.Miss Frieda K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902415389266427252noreply@blogger.com1