talk about destiny

Guess who has my mother f*cking birthday!!!

Mother f*cking JIm Gaffigan!!!

My heart is all fluttery... 07-07-07 Baby!!!



Guess what my word for the day is... hehe yeah, my mom would be proud. Actually my dad would be

...He's a Marine.

you stupid mother...

I went to the movies tonight w/ Crystal and some asshole stole my iPod out of my car. Rat bastard...

That's okay, cause I left my purse with over 400 bucks and all my cards in it about two feet away, and they didn't touch it. Oh... not to mention that my keys were down the side of my seat.

You Stupid Mother F*cker. I hope you like country or rap, cause there isn't a lick of it on my playlist.

no wonder i'm single, i share too much

There are a couple of things I have observed lately, most of them are about myself, but I feel that if we're going to have this relationship we are building I need to share them with you.

1. I will not (after this instance) speak about, reference, listen about, or respect you for talking about Paris Hilton. What a useless waste of space. I won't do it.

2. I think I'm addicted to office supplies. Actually, I know I am, I have been since I was a kid. School supplies shopping was like crack to me. Now I have a Staples account at work ,and I find myself browsing it a lot. And ordering quite a bit. What an odd addiction... At least it's not heroin though.

3. I have found really strange things to be anal about. When I started this blog it said "there are a few things I have observed lately". I could only think of two, so I changed "few" to "couple". Then I realized this obsession, and decided to share it with you... and had to change it back to "few".

I am going to make somebody really happy one day.

rolling on floor laughing my ass off

or roflmao... whatever.

My sister needs this shirt.


And this still makes my cry... from laughter.

thanks for the tip dad

I have over 100 clients at work to remember, AND their clients that may come in, sometimes I have a bit of trouble keeping names and faces straight.

So my dad was like "make up a rhyme for their names", so I did. And I just called a customer "Mr. Toblerone". I have no idea what the poor man's name really is... Maybe I should just pack up my stuff now.

??do ya

Want to come to my birfday party? You know you do.

If you can read this, you are invited. Just email me or myspace me for details...
proposalplanner@gmail.com
www.myspace.com/notheothersarah

let's discuss the awesomeness of this picture

1. There is a bag of fritos in a beat up laundry basket. Nacho Cheese ones to boot.
2. There are, not one, but two bottles of windex on my dresser...
3. The mirrow has not been windex-ed since I got it.
4. Is that ghost trying to turn the light off to scare me?
5. You can totally see my bra through my shirt.
6. Yeah, I think thats about it... yeah.

i had not assessed the irreversible damage

I can't blog anymore.

I don't know if it's because there is just too much to get down, because there is. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff going on right now, and I have shared big things, so imagine what I am keeping from you...

It could be because I read my really old stuff and it's really funny, and that makes me sad. I really have evolved for the worse.

It could be because I'm just genuinely lame now. I just found out Imogen Heap is writ ting a new album, and I got so excited I cried. That's lame.

can't win for trying

In an attempt to cheer myself up (because no one else can) I chopped my hair again.

Then I cried. Mission not accomplished.


Yes, I'm aware that I'm laying down, and wearing too much eyeliner. It's the only one i have with the new hair.