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November 28, 2004

And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am

If you don't listen to The Postal Service by now, you really should.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight will change your life and remind you of something you love.

103 DAYS MOTHERFUCKERS.

Posted by Courtney at 05:08 PM | Comments (2)

November 25, 2004

backtrack.

There's no other way to describe last weekend other than, well, fucking awesome.

Eric aka Dr. Satan, has got to be one of the most awesome fazers around. There's a lot to be said for some 19 year old kid from Virginia that I can talk into flying out here to spend a weekend on my couch. He was introduced to lovely Kansas City, my friends from Tahlequah (Hi Emily!) and some great great local folks...plus a jager bomb, or 8.

Megan, Emily and Dana made the trip in record time and Dana set forth on his project to ultra filter vodka that I'm sure you've all seen. With Scott and Jason as the testing dummies we concluded that Barton Vodka can be made better than Vox.

My chicken parm and linguine with roasted veggies is very good. Jello shots are very bad. So is running around outside of Scott's without shoes or socks on in November. So is waking up in bed with Jason, Scott and Megan the next morning. Almost as fun as everyone asking "How the fuck did we get here?"

Adam! It was good to get you out and about again, I miss you and that hot ass woman of yours, and I was very happy that Patrick came out too. He's awesome and I probably should make an effort to know him more. Having a friend closer to my own age around would definitely be good.

Then everyone left and I was depressed...very very depressed. I miss them all and wish they all could be within 10 minutes of me. I definitely don't see my good friends enough, the ones that live hours away or the ones that live miles away. I love you all!

Overall, Fazedgiving 2004 was a complete success...especially for Teddy.

In other news, it's now Thanksgiving and Keaton's family is here. We'll be doing dinner at Mimi's in a couple hours and I need to get ready. I was out way too late last night at Scott's getting to see other Eric again. I really need to make my way to Nashville sometime to see that boy.

Oh yeah, it snowed. I am NOT thankful for snow, especially since I ran to Scott's in either 4" of snow or across sheets of ice at midnight last night in 3.5" heels. I told you I was hardcore.

Posted by Courtney at 04:08 PM | Comments (0)

November 19, 2004

Idle Gods

s1 has been idle 1000hrs 35mins 3secs

Weekend++ has begun. Satan has been picked up at the airport, the Tahlequah kids have arrived, and the reservations for 75th Street have been confirmed.

Only one thing is left to complete it.

So who's buying the SoCo?

Posted by Courtney at 04:22 PM | Comments (1)

November 18, 2004

Reply

Since I'm not allowed to "respond" I'll ask you here. Do you understand how I feel?

Posted by Courtney at 07:29 PM | Comments (0)

November 17, 2004

Filler.

Still trying to push the Oklahoma thing off the page. Busy cleaning and getting ready for the guests this weekend. Don't mind me.

He scares easily
It makes him so angry
At me

And his head spins around
Just like the Exorcist and I
Find it ever so
Hard to resist his cries

But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees
Crumbling in disgrace

But he underestimates my mind
I know he's messing with my head
My only weakness is
I can't believe the guy could be entirely dead

You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!
You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!

Trigger happy Jack you're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off before you go
Now, trigger happy Jack you're just a drive by
Go, go
Go, go

And after awhile he calms down
And he looks at me like a prince
But I know I better bite the bullet
'Cause it's just another one of his
Jedi mind tricks

Well this ain't no headtrip honey
This is a collision on the road
And you've got me feeling oh just like a road kill
But you know deep down I know

You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!
You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!

Trigger happy Jack you're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off before you go
Now, trigger happy Jack you're just a drive by
Go, go
Go, go

And I hate myself
Just enough to want him
But I hate him just enough to get off

But I understand him
Maybe I'm just crazy enough
To love him
Why not

You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!
You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!!!!

Trigger happy Jack you're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off before you go
Now, trigger happy Jack you're just a drive by
Go, go
Go, go

Posted by Courtney at 07:05 PM | Comments (0)

November 15, 2004

I'm just trying to get the Oklahoma thing off the page

Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be

Holding hands with you, and we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too

but this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too

It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful

Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

Posted by Courtney at 11:53 PM | Comments (1)

xxx...xxx...xxx

I miss my Bryans.

:(

Posted by Courtney at 06:49 PM | Comments (0)

November 14, 2004

It's pronounced MY-AM-UH

You Know You're From Oklahoma When...

You say ya'll ... many times a day.

Bedlam is a BIG deal.

You can tell when it's tornado weather.

When you drive through a neighborhood anyone out walking will smile and wave at you.

You've worn flip flops in the winter

You have stopped to let a family of deer cross the road.

You thought the twister ride at Universal Studios wasn't windy enough.

You know who your neighbors are, how many children they have, and when one of them gets married or graduates.

There are at least 2 to 3 Sonics, McDonalds, and Little Ceasars in your town

You've been off roading - many times

You or someone you know was born, raised and still lives in the same town.

You know that Miami, Oklahoma and Miami, Florida are pronounced two different ways.

You plan events around football games.

You are a Cowboy or Sooners fan.

You learned how to do country and western dances at school.

A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.

You can properly pronounce Eufaula, Gotebo, Okemah and Chickasha.

You can remember the name of the last state legislator to introduce a bill involving castration, and he didn't mean farm animals.

You know exactly what calf fries are, and eat them anyway.

You think that people who complain about the wind in other states are sissies.

It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.

You have owned at least one belt buckle bigger than your fist.

A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other go first.

It doesn't seem odd to see the term "chicken fried chicken" on a menu.

You save all your life for your dream vacation, and use it to go to the OU/Texas game.

It doesn't seem peculiar if your sweetie says "I'm going in to town for something" even though you live in town.

You don't turn on the news until 20 minutes past the hour, because that's the only thing you care about anyway.

Your quarterback is hurt and it is the top story on the six o'clock news.

You keep track of the grain and hog futures on the radio.

You don't buy all your vegetables at the grocery store.

You go to the State Fair for your only vacation.

You get up at 5:30 A.M. and go to the coffee shop, where the waitress never asks what you would like. She already knows.

You are on a first name basis with the county sheriff.

You know what the "Sea of Red and White" is.

You think that using the elevator involves a corn truck.

You can drive 80 mph on a two-lane dirt road with one hand, but driving 45 mph on a four-lane expressway in a city scares you to death.

You use manure on your grass instead of Weed and Feed.

Your nearest neighbor is in the next zip code.

You know the difference between fee corn and sweet corn... while it's still on the stalk.

You wear cowboy boots to church.

You know that everything goes better with Ranch.

You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.

"You wanna Coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr. Pepper."

You know what "Orange Power" and "Crimson & Cream" means.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Oklahoma.






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Posted by Courtney at 01:41 AM | Comments (1)

5 - 7 - 5

Prenetic: i will write a haiku about you
digitalblarjuice: ok yay!
Prenetic:
courtney is so cool
she has big boobs to pwn me
love to talk with her

Posted by Courtney at 12:04 AM | Comments (0)

November 12, 2004

Top 10 Songs That Make Me Space Out and Want to Cry

10. 311 - I'll Be Here Awhile
9. Nirvana - Drain You
8. Massive Attack - Dissolved Girl
7. Modest Mouse - Third Planet
6. MotherLoveBone - Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns
5. The Roots - Act Too...Luv of My Life
4. Blind Melon - No Rain
3. Air - Run
2. Concord Dawn - Morning Light
1. Goldfrapp - Black Cherry

Posted by Courtney at 11:32 PM | Comments (0)

living in twilight

Mr. Adam,

While, I know you are a busy man, working full time, programming a harder, better, faster, stronger Fazed, playing Halo 2 and keeping up with that beautiful woman of yours, could you please take a moment out of your time to confirm that you are still a living, breathing member of the human race for me before I get worried?

Please also see the secretary out front to schedule an approximate time for dinner in the upcoming future.

Thank you,

Courtney.

Posted by Courtney at 02:29 PM | Comments (0)

November 10, 2004

Normalcy

I finally got word that on the 15th I start working 8-5 like a normal person.

No more getting drunk at midnight and staying out until 2am on like, Tuesdays and Thursdays.

However, my lunch is now from 12 to 1. Woo.

Posted by Courtney at 02:44 PM | Comments (4)

November 09, 2004

at 20 years of age, in frolic and in rage

And all is quiet.

We're very close to a certain get together. 10 short days until I pick Eric up from the airport and we meet Andy and Keaton at Kona Grill for some lunch time sushi. We'll go back to my place and unload and wait for Emily, Dana and Megan to arrive while Eric gets to meet Teddy. We'll all go out and have dinner and get drunk, lather rinse repeat. And somewhere along the way we're gonna have a fucking awesome time.

Currently I'm planning on making dinner Saturday night, which I assume will need to be made at Scott's or atleast taken to Scott's after creation for eating.

Our menu currently has two choices:

A) Chicken Parmigiano with Linguine. There'll be both tomato and alfredo sauce.

B) Turkey Scallopini with Roasted Vegetables and Baked Macaroni and Cheese.

Both just asking for wine! And if someone is super lucky it might be baked linguine with the chicken.

I can't wait to meet Eric; and Dana, it's been too long. I love it when the Tahlequah kids come to visit.

On a side note, my family free Thanksgiving looks like it's gonna be a no-go this year. Someone have a rock I can borrow a couple weekends from now to hide under? I totally wanted to spend Thanksgiving in my pajamas eating Chinese and watching bad movies, now I'm gonna have to get dressed for it. Fuck.

123 Days until my birthday.

Posted by Courtney at 12:27 AM | Comments (3)

November 03, 2004

can't you see my walls are crumbling...

I said I'm under the gun around here.

Posted by Courtney at 11:24 PM | Comments (9)