co-op~ma
I'm heading out to my first class of my second quarter. Wish me puppies (or info-architecture~ma)!
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co-op~ma
I'm heading out to my first class of my second quarter. Wish me puppies (or info-architecture~ma)!
Indeed, Daisy. I was a good girl till my senior year, and then it was all crazy at high speed -- vodka under my seat, cigarettes on my breath, buying COLORED underwear, and making out with taken boys at the Immaculate Conception part of the local Catholic cemetary.
Don't let the puppies do information architecture, GC. They'll just track mud all over your wireframes.
Co-op~ma for Jess!
I didn't have a boyfriend in highschool. I did have a Prom date, who showed up in top hat and tails and drove us in a tiny yellow sportscar, but did not dance with me. He did win me a Lava Lamp at the afterprom, which I still have. It was also my 18th birthday.
Woah, am I the depressing B-plot of a teen movie?
I lasted until Junior year as a good girl. It was my best friend's Air Force older brother who ruined me.
I went from never-been-kissed to hold-up-there-boy!THATS3rdBASE!! all in about a half hour.
Co-op~ma for Jess & Fone Bone!
I went to more than a few proms/winter balls. Homecoming wasn't the formal dance it seems to be down here, so the Juniors & the Seniors both had a formal dance - one in winter & one in "spring". Why the hell they didn't think of making Homecoming formal when it was one of the few times in the school year it wasn't 40 below with 5 feet of snow is beyond me.
I went from never-been-kissed to hold-up-there-boy!THATS3rdBASE!! all in about a half hour.
Heh. Me, too. Ninth grade party, Little Red Corvette on the stereo. Almost inevitable, really.
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Baby, ur much 2 fast (yes u r)
Ah, Prince. The original chatspeak maven.