tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62373672011-10-06T01:00:30.565-07:00Leticia McKenzieOn the cusp of adulthood in AmericaLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.comBlogger3991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1106519475034834262005-01-23T14:17:00.000-08:002005-01-23T14:31:15.033-08:00This has been too long to stay away from a blog.
Here's stuff I wrote earlier:
"I was young, I was arrogant. I suppose I'm still young, and I'm still arrogant. But, blogging is a drug, and I do feel a wondrous rush when I slip on my Leticia McKenzie identity and return to my fountain of youth, where everything isn't going to hell around me and I can pretend that I'm not an adult, about to pick Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1099648897939188832004-11-05T02:00:00.000-08:002004-11-05T02:01:37.940-08:00I'm saved!Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1099526113656443662004-11-03T14:54:00.000-08:002004-11-03T18:36:46.943-08:00Yeah, yeah, so you all know by now that Kerry conceeded the election to Bush. I suppose I should wait until I can give a reason analysis instead of a knee-jerk response, but too bad.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
Well, somebody sent me an E-mail a while ago asking me why on Earth anybody would vote for this guy. Well, reason one is that people who vote for Bush tend to be grossly misinformed on his Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1099206238559711662004-10-31T01:00:00.000-08:002004-10-31T00:03:58.560-07:00By the way, I am now taking submissions on Le Grande Plan (le NEW grande plan, since Kathryn's didn't work out so well) on How I Can Have HIV Testing Man All To Myself, Short of Turning Him Into a Batch of Chocolate Chip Cookies and Eating Him, Slowly, and then Licking My Fingers and Oohing. So think of your BEST plan. How might you woo the HIV Testing Man? What will lure him into a fancy Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1099186074417886862004-10-30T18:25:00.000-07:002004-10-30T18:27:54.416-07:00I rented Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life, and I want somebody to tell me... is there any particular reason why my character wobbles around like he has boots made of Teflon? It's seriously enough to ruin a game. It literally gives me a headache. I cannot identify with a character who is compelled to do the pee-pee dance every five seconds while I try to get him to walk across town. Is there any Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1099109493196426152004-10-29T21:01:00.000-07:002004-10-29T21:11:33.196-07:00Ha! Ha! So you've gotta hear this story.
So my mentor gives me cookies that she got for me. I really love my mentor, so I really want to eat them once I get home. My mom reaches in, STEALS ONE OF THE ONLY TWO CHOCOLATE CHIP ONES, and eats it, without asking. (Well, she DID ask, but she also didn't wait for a response.)
So I get really mad. I mean furious. Problem is, I can't bottle it all up Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1098067792194962062004-10-17T19:47:00.000-07:002004-10-17T19:49:52.196-07:00"We women have, if I am not to lie,
In this love matter, a quaint fantasy;
Look out a thing we may not lightly have,
And after that we'll cry all day and crave.
Forbid a thing, and that thing covet we;
Press hard upon us, then we turn and flee.
Sparingly offer we our goods, when fair;
Great crowds at market for dearer ware,
And what's too common brings but little price;
All this knows every womanLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1097905517444498542004-10-15T22:19:00.000-07:002004-10-15T22:46:32.436-07:00Hey! Gossip time. Time to run the Gossip-O-Matic! (A big machine begins turning and boiling and Leticia is sucked through a huge vacuum tube and turned into pure gossip. It is up to Suzy to reconstruct her beloved client before she dissipates into the gossip circles forever. This summer! See! One woman! In a land! In a time! An action packed thriller the New York Times called "boring...")
I Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1097822810341269542004-10-14T23:43:00.000-07:002004-10-14T23:46:50.340-07:00Listen, Dad, I know that you think blogs are cool and all, and I know that you started your own and I know that you like to update it often, but please, please, don't access Blogger before logging out of my profile.
You see, we have a trust in this family, that the fact that we never bother to log off the family computer is an implicit trust that we will not use this opportunity to look at otherLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1097822079464436042004-10-14T23:34:00.000-07:002004-10-14T23:34:39.463-07:00I just got off the phone with Dante.
You know.. I still love him.
Odd.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1097705363393438512004-10-13T15:03:00.000-07:002004-10-13T15:09:23.393-07:00I've been thinking...
I kind of talk about religion a lot like it's really pretty silly (and it is, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth it) but...
You see, I was talking to this woman who told me about a children's book about a boy from outer space who, for his whole life, took care of one flower on one distant moon, and when he eventually left that moon he absolutely had to go back because noLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1097098172278264192004-10-06T14:20:00.000-07:002004-10-06T14:29:32.276-07:00You know what? I have NOT seen HIV Testing Man around the community center lately.
You know what that means...?
If I am not, technically, a "youth" for which he is responsible...
...maybe...kinda...sorta...
I can ask him out. Really!
And I promise that I will absolutely not tell him that he has been the focus of my sexual thoughts for the past few weeks, or that I just imagined him holding Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1096531697154798142004-09-30T01:54:00.000-07:002004-09-30T01:08:17.153-07:00Blecchhh!! Well, I've almost made it through my first week of college. I don't like it! So many expectations! How will I ever finish all my homework?! (By the way, as a high school student, my homework load is pretty modest... but still! Going to university to finish high school puts a lot of pressure on me.)
I feel like I'm just shivereing in a corner somewhere, and from that corner I'm Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1096326450394296022004-09-27T16:04:00.000-07:002004-09-27T16:07:30.393-07:00The debates are this Thursday. I love debates! Last time around, Gore made a complete idiot of Bush, and yet... the conventional wisdom is that Bush won, because no matter how well Gore put his arguments, Bush would be totally unfazed. In fact, he was in a totally different world... fuzzy math... la la la...
So it must suck to be Kerry right now, because anything he does will result in the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1096247902243409342004-09-26T18:17:00.000-07:002004-09-26T18:18:22.243-07:00I had a dream a long time ago that I was trying to join the X-Men, but I spaced out and could never make it to any of the meetings.
I went back and visited my hippie school the other day, and realized, had I been Captain Flightsuit and stayed the course over there instead of jumping ship to the community college, I would most certainly be part of the school's ruling cabal; the intellecual, Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1096060308699162052004-09-24T14:04:00.000-07:002004-09-24T14:14:47.150-07:00Hello! I just finished reading Brave New World. Very interesting... in the future, humans shall be raised like Chia pets and everybody will be happy, and there will be no reason to be sad, or angry, or have any emotions at all.
It was a very moving book, and I thoroughly enjoyed it... (select to read the rest) but it ends way too soon. It has the feel of the first two acts of a three-act play, Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1095636132023028882004-09-19T16:02:00.000-07:002004-09-19T16:22:12.023-07:00Hi! I just slept over at Dante's house. It was scary! Leslie was slightly tipsy and giggling madly; she had gotten tipsy against my wishes, and don't worry, your humble host has remained clean and sober. We got into a tickle-fight, and after she discovered my weakpoint (my hairy lesbian armpits) she went for the pits like there was no tomorrow. Scary!
I got to see my very good friend, the other Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1095119780566704112004-09-13T16:32:00.000-07:002004-09-13T16:56:20.566-07:00Bleaargghhhh! I was hungry so I made some pancakes and ate them all. Now I have a starch and syrup tummyache, so it made me really dry so I had lots of water, which gave me a starch and syrup and water tummyache. Gross!
You'll be glad to know that I slept very well last night, although I had strange dreams. I was pretty certain that, instead of being an army of lawyers, I was a Neotank, Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1095031632288303132004-09-12T16:26:00.000-07:002004-09-12T16:27:12.286-07:00I am sooo depressed.
As if being stuck at home with nothing to do wasn't enough, I've been thinking about... that girl. I think I should go up to her, apologize, and tell her I just want to be her friend. I think it will work. Do you?
I've also had trouble getting to sleep. Currently, Advance Wars 2 and Skies of Arcadia have been tag-teaming as the Get Leticia to Sleep Committee. Any Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1095031536218925042004-09-12T16:23:00.000-07:002004-09-12T16:25:36.220-07:00I am soooo depressed.
As if being stuck at home with nothing to do isn't enough, I've been thinking about... that girl. I think I should go up to her, apologize, and tell her I just want to be her friend. I think it will work. Really. Trust me.
Anyway, I've had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. Currently, Advance Wars 2 and Skies of Arcadia have been tag-teaming as the Get Leticia to Sleep Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094948863804524622004-09-11T17:23:00.000-07:002004-09-11T17:27:43.806-07:00I just finished reading the last volume of Marmalade Boy. Waah!
That was probably the best manga I've ever read. The fun characters and the emotional tension that spans entire volumes made me devour them like Game Gear batteries. Even when the author talks about herself in the "free talk" sections, she rambles with nuanced kindness and a gentle voice. I am now convinced that she has the ability Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094900982099530312004-09-11T04:06:00.000-07:002004-09-11T04:10:39.736-07:00Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Well, I asked a girl out. I’m sure you’ll all be glad to know that lonely Leticia has come out of her shell long enough to look pouty and ask, "will you go out with me?" and then run in terror, all except for the run in terror part.
So, what is the significance of this? Well, you ought to know why I (skies) haven’t been (of) posting in the (arcadia) past few days, and Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094790286677217522004-09-09T21:12:00.000-07:002004-09-09T21:24:46.676-07:00My right mouse button is broken. I can't right-click anything for the life of me. Anyway, here's a summary of Leticia's Crappy Day...
Woke up from some creepy dreams. I remembered that last time I had a dream, I dreamt about this girl from the community center and about how I was _just_ _about_ to ask her out before I woke up. I decided that, even if I don't seem to like girls as much these daysLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094600848433672492004-09-07T16:39:00.000-07:002004-09-07T16:47:28.433-07:00Skies of Arcadia is pure crack. You will play it day and night. You will consider the characters to be your actual friends. It will invade your thoughts and your dreams. You will not be able to escape onnce you have become a mere tentacle of the great Sega Overworks collossus known as Skies of Arcadia.
That, an it's a hell of a game. Some of the most charming character designs I've ever seen areLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094550671867851782004-09-07T02:49:00.000-07:002004-09-07T02:51:11.866-07:00Sure to be of interest to my readers: the story of Washingontienne, as told by the Washington Post, with eerie parallels to yours truly.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094478625994261802004-09-06T06:46:00.000-07:002004-09-06T06:50:25.996-07:00You can find the Guardian's press review of Bush's speech here. But, for your convenience, I have summarized the press review in haiku form:
What a moving speech
How it would have made some sense
Back in 2000
Bush's grand vision
Isn't this guy president?
Asleep at the wheel...Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094447012862551532004-09-05T22:00:00.000-07:002004-09-05T22:03:32.863-07:00Welcome to the Republican National Convention: no violence, but 1,790+ arrests.
Listen to the first-person accounts here. It's like the Blair Witch Project, but real. And scarier.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094443023099681392004-09-05T20:55:00.000-07:002004-09-05T20:57:03.100-07:00I love how Bush's campaign theme seems to be "This Time, He'll Be Better."
After all, what kind of record does he have to run on?Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094442671622891862004-09-05T20:18:00.000-07:002004-09-05T21:00:30.900-07:00To all who are familiar with the drug, Paxil (known as Seroxat in the UK), read this Guardian article immediately.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1298073,00.html
Paxil is a drug advertised to keep teenagers from getting overly anxious. I am something of a worrier, and so I was on Paxil for about four days before I demanded to my parents that we go against the doctors wishes and getLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094374233624819612004-09-05T01:35:00.000-07:002004-09-05T01:50:33.623-07:00Well, I'm angry.
Arnold Shwarzenegger, who, you may recall, got elected purely because he is a movie star (and everybody stood by... nobody bothered to say, "um, isn't this a guy a movie star?"), says that those who are worried about the economy should "stop being economic girly men."
(or, more accurately, "stooop beeeing economic guuuuuuuhhhrly mennnnn!!!", at which point, he fired his AK-47 Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094365027698749882004-09-04T22:54:00.000-07:002004-09-04T23:17:07.696-07:00Good golly! My brother made me watch three movies:
Undercover Brother: stupid
Mystery Men: very neat
Death to Smoochy: waaaaahhh!! I want my mommy!!!
(he was going for a "people in silly costumes" theme)
Undercover Brother is a cavalcade of tasteless in-jokes that make a mockery of black culture that I'm sure is amusing to somebody... okay, I found it pretty amusing too... but realizing that ILeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094341857195124092004-09-04T16:37:00.000-07:002004-09-04T16:50:57.196-07:00At the bank, there are these little cards that have your teller's name on them and say, "I Caught [jane doe] Giving EXCELLENT Service!" Now, as far as I'm concerned, every teller I've ever met has given me just damn fine service; they smile, they look at my ID, they take money from my account and/or put it back in. I don't need them to do a freaking song and dance, you know? But, I'm always too Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1094340951543251132004-09-04T16:27:00.000-07:002004-09-04T16:35:51.543-07:00The problem is, Kerry is stuck in the past. Yes, we've been hearing about the Swift Boat Veterans for Their Version of Events for what feels like years now, and the Democrats have yet to deploy the shock troops to the morning news shows and say, "Here is Kerry's record in Vietnam, here is Kerry's record as a senator, take a look at them and how they stack up against Bush's respective records." Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093835261230569182004-08-29T19:51:00.000-07:002004-08-29T20:07:41.230-07:00I was thinking about death again, as I am wont to do.
If, as before, "me" as a concept is a collection of electrical signals, and thus an idea, and ideas never die...
...and when someone goes comatose, they don't remember anything when they wake up except for dreams; and thus, after they are knocked out, they feel that they woke up immediately after...
...and, when I die, my neurons go cold Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093823183015384522004-08-29T16:31:00.001-07:002004-08-29T16:46:23.016-07:00Hi! Ummm... I haven't been around lately because I'm just bored. I don't feel strongly about anything. I'm just floating arounnd in the Post-Final-Zone. I know that's a weak excuse, but, well...
My brother got this thing called Red vs. Blue. It's funny. It's kind of stupid. Slightly recommended.
I haven't been out of the house for a few days. What is there to do? I could take a walk, I suppose.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093271445467990222004-08-23T07:29:00.000-07:002004-08-23T07:30:45.466-07:00Dear Kathryn Jane,
Please, please, please, please, please make me your adorable costar.
Please, please, please.
LeticiaLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093267686254746352004-08-23T06:23:00.000-07:002004-08-23T06:28:06.256-07:00You aren't going to believe this, but I couldn't get to sleep and woke up at three in the morning... except I wasn't Leticia, for about five minutes I was positive that I was an army of lawyers each one inch high, arranged sporadically inside an Advance Wars grid on top of my bed. Some lawyers, who shall henceforth be referred to as Leticialites, were larger than others, to represent their Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093222871873349702004-08-22T17:40:00.000-07:002004-08-22T18:01:11.873-07:00Yes, I'm going to talk about Bill O'Reilly one more time, and if you have a problem with that, you can just shut up and go back to your liberal loon friends and call of Fidel Castro because, here on the O'Leticia Factor, we see through all the spin coming from both sides and, you know, I can't stress this enough, I came from the hard, hard city streets of downtown Hicksburg and I ate bugs and Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093221577770874872004-08-22T17:14:00.000-07:002004-08-22T17:39:37.770-07:00Hi hi! Hmmm...
Not much to write about today. Speaking of O'Reilly... I saw his debate with Al Franken and Molly Ivins, finally (you can see it here; it's over a year old though, so it's not exactly breaking news). Poor O'Reilly... I kinda feel sorry for him. He lives in a completely alternate universe of his own making, and he can talk about how he doesn't call names and how he elevates the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093148597975972502004-08-21T21:13:00.000-07:002004-08-21T21:23:17.976-07:00Hi! I'm back from finals. Ooooogghhhh... my brainpower's all gone. Once I got all my sleep back, I just felt like I was floating. La la la.... I couldn't think. It was like I was high... on finals. However, seeing all my friends again made me really happy. Then I felt like I was walking on air. Note the difference.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1093146280241246372004-08-21T20:38:00.000-07:002004-08-21T20:47:25.166-07:00Hm.
It seems that Bill O'Reilly is threatening Canada that if they don't return the two American deserters, "there will be a boycott of your country which will hurt your country enormously. France is now feeling that sting." When questioned, he said "...they've lost billions of dollars in France according to the Paris Business Review."
The problem is, well, there IS no such paper called the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1092184430643776782004-08-10T17:33:00.000-07:002004-08-10T17:33:50.643-07:00Final exams coming up.
Dead until further notice.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1092113874549763332004-08-09T21:40:00.000-07:002004-08-09T21:57:54.550-07:00It's only with girls that I get that tingly feeling where I think I'm in love. So it happened today, when I was at the library and saw the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. She wore a green dress and pushed a stroller with two babies and her hair just seemed to swirl onward into the vast recesses of the universe and her face... she had walked straight out of a fairy manga. Dear lordy I wanted Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091835768104965072004-08-06T16:41:00.000-07:002004-08-06T16:42:48.103-07:00I saw him again and... nothing. Now I don't feel much at all. Hunh. I wonder what kept me up until 1am then? Just the prospect?
We'll see....
(Oh, and I'll probably see the Tall Guy w/Sideburns Who Really Needs to Play the Guitar while I Fall Asleep in his Lap today. Here's hoping...)Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091587190857649082004-08-03T19:33:00.000-07:002004-08-03T19:39:50.856-07:00
For some reason, I find that image of Sonic to be quite sexy.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091586424820305912004-08-03T19:16:00.000-07:002004-08-03T19:27:04.820-07:00I didn't think about it much today. I don't like being in love... if I am, anyway. Yesterday I couldn't go to sleep, so I had to play Advance Wars for a while... which didn't help, so I read Great Teacher Onizuka vol. 1. Ha! That comic book is very excellent. Since I've read so many manga series lately, I will run them down for you:
Marmalade Boy: Delightful romantic comedy. Wonderful nightstandLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091505425651385792004-08-02T20:45:00.000-07:002004-08-02T21:01:12.476-07:00Bad news, y'all.
I'm in love. Well, I think I am. It's that feeling where you don't like somebody on a personal level, but on a deeper level, something on a stomach level, you think about him until your head hurts on the bus, and your stomach is in one thousand knots and you go home, crash as soon as you get there because it's too hard to think about your math homework, and then you dream that Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091414050385773412004-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:002004-08-01T19:34:10.386-07:00Comments ho! I got bored and added Blogger's new comments. What fun!
Now, all you people who think I am dead wrong and I ought to be masturbating instead to Master Chief wearing pink armor being eaten by a giant Venus fly trap (??? I do not know where that came from) can hereby voice their opinions on this here LeticiaNet, the Global Brain known as people bitching about various comments (or, asLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091407748608720982004-08-01T17:19:00.000-07:002004-08-01T18:02:55.296-07:00My new addiction: I Love Bees.
You see, about a month ago some prominent members of the gaming community recieved packages containing jars of honey from a place called "Margaret's Honey." Inside each jar of honey was a letter, and together, all the letters spelled out I LOVE BEES. Being good gamers, they went and visited ilovebees.com, and here's where our story begins...
ilovebees.com is the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1091149101601667832004-07-29T17:53:00.000-07:002004-07-29T17:58:21.603-07:00Well, the guy who does HIV testing at the community center calls me "sweetie." He is also the perfect example of a guy who could play the guitar on a park bench and you could just sink your head into his lap while he strums the guitar and thinks about how beautiful life is...
...until we get ticketed for loitering, that is, but that's all we got. I think I'll make him wear green. He'd look Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090972861159400272004-07-27T16:56:00.000-07:002004-07-27T17:01:01.160-07:00Oog. Stomach cramps.
I'm sure there are many well-meaning guys out there who want to know what it's like to feel these, so: stab yourself in the stomach with a coat hanger and then turn it counterclockwise, all the way around, and then yank it out along with one of your internal organs for bonus points. Continue until all organs are gone by process of musical chairs.
Come to think of it, ifLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090806986596708392004-07-25T18:44:00.000-07:002004-07-25T18:56:26.596-07:00It isn't that I have a thing for druggies, it's that druggies hang around me, which I have absolutely no problem with. I've noticed for a long time that unpopular people like to hang around me, because they think I'm the real deal. That's a big honor for me, because with my natural charm (hough hough hough! No, let me be arrogant, this is my chance to shine), I can always curry favor with the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090699672833663462004-07-24T13:03:00.000-07:002004-07-24T13:07:52.833-07:00I want you all to know that Cheryl's okay; she's safe, and she gave me a call. I can't say any more--the situation is so complicated that I would risk describing her identifiably to tell you how it all went down--but everything's cool in the Cheryl department, so if you've been worried about her, fear no more. You can now sleep at night.
Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090654167031583792004-07-24T00:17:00.000-07:002004-07-24T00:29:27.030-07:00Today I asked Sephy out on a date. Of course he said no, but he was nice about it and made me feel loved. I'd ask boys on dates more often if they were all so nice. (Actually, I hang out with a lot of nice boys, and I realized there was another nice boy that I might want to take a shot at but I thought one asking-out per evening was enough.) But that's not why I'm posting (or, as they say, going Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-109063274346006562004-07-23T18:19:00.000-07:002004-07-23T18:32:23.460-07:00I haven't seen Cheryl (the drugged-out girl) in a while. I'm worried about her...
Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090618080797972602004-07-23T13:48:00.000-07:002004-07-23T14:28:00.796-07:00Well, I've beaten the main story mode of Puyo Pop Fever (on hard mode, since that's how I usually play Puyo) and I hate to say it, but... it just isn't any fun. They made Puyo waaay too complicated when the series' charm (and its strong point) is in its simplicity. I can barely recognize the game anymore. Everything just feels way out of control. Blobs come down in sets of three or four Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090549224644129872004-07-22T19:06:00.000-07:002004-07-22T19:20:24.646-07:00I'm horny! Gosh, there wouldn't be much better than having a guy right now... given, of course, a guy that I trust and we have been through the required 1+ year of friendship and 2+ years of dating. Today it's really hot out in Poseidontown, and everybody's got their shirts off... I was burning up, because I am wearing my long jeans, because my legs are in a state of extreme lesbitude, and I am Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090382171686723602004-07-20T20:37:00.000-07:002004-07-20T20:56:11.686-07:00Hi! I'm sorry that things have been a bit empty in the House of Leticia as of late. I've been very busy with homework. Do not fear, soon I will have my papers in and I can do important things again.
In other news, Sephiroth encouraged me to "walk around topless sometime." Dear, you have no idea...
(didn't he say he was gay? I'm starting to wonder about that kid...)
(Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090095783180856202004-07-17T13:22:00.000-07:002004-07-17T13:32:15.690-07:00I always thought it was stupid how all my friends would complain that the only boys they like are gay, that the only ones with sensitivity and/or fashion sense seem to bat for the other team. I mean, what does that mean for heterosexuality? I, for one, want a boy who is inclined to spread whipped cream on my pussy. So here is where my story begins...
We'll call him Sephiroth. Sephy is the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090032481364979442004-07-16T19:34:00.000-07:002004-07-16T19:48:01.363-07:00I saw Spider-Man 2! It's the bestest movie in the whole wide world. I laughed and I cried.
What I meant by the first Spider-Man seeming somewhat contrived is that in order to fit all that material in that one movie, they had to make it so concise that it was almost painful; I didn't get to see as much of the characters acting normal as I wanted. Don't worry though--this movie starts with a Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1090015144780150552004-07-16T14:49:00.000-07:002004-07-16T14:59:04.780-07:00Hey! Just so you know, I did talk to that girl in math class, and she is very nice; I didn't even need to sound desperate (I think weeeeee're... comrades!) in order to make a friend. Tres excellent. People are nicer than I thought. I'm so paranoid all the time...
Today I will see Spider-Man 2. I enjoyed the first movie, and yet, it was one of those movies where there's so much money riding on itLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089877389756403782004-07-14T23:47:00.000-07:002004-07-15T00:43:09.756-07:00There was a woman in my math class with beautiful, fiery hair. She smiled at me warmly as she passed me the attendance sheet. I kept looking at her beads, her toe ring, her sarong... I'm positive she'd be my friend! But this time, I was serious. I was going to be assertive. Yes, it would be stupid to imply that a smile in mid-attendance-sheet-passing was an invintation to friendship, but I was Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089766790703975122004-07-13T17:40:00.000-07:002004-07-13T17:59:50.703-07:00Augh! I couldn't get to sleep last night, so I stayed up late playing Jet Set Radio Future, and today I had to do a math test. Crap crap crap.
On my way back home, I picked up some comic books. One is called Confidential Confessions, vol. 1, and it had a very powerful story of two girls contemplating suicide. It's the real deal; the girls practice cutting each other and planning each others Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089698894725091622004-07-12T22:59:00.000-07:002004-07-12T23:08:14.726-07:00Y’all deserve an explanation.
I met this girl, you see? Now, you’re goig to think this is stupid, but know, it’s real. It was one other day in which I was moping about how everybody talks straight through me and the whole world seems so two-dimensional and how I just want to go home and play Sonic Heroes until I die... and then I met her.
She’s stumpy at about five foot six and has scraggly Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089615002528259082004-07-11T23:49:00.000-07:002004-07-11T23:50:02.526-07:00Political pornography:
Nader debates Dean.
Get me my vibrator.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089420878990220032004-07-09T17:40:00.000-07:002004-07-09T17:54:38.990-07:00I always considered the sticker at Subway saying "Try our Atkins-Friendly Double Chocolate Cookies--Only 7 Net Carbs!" to be evidence that humanity must end its trek through the stars, but my brother pounted out a further tragedy in the fine print: "eating too many may cause stomach discomfort." Ya think?
It's sort of cruel to convince people that it won't hurt if they eat cookies on their diet-Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089367777200108182004-07-09T03:08:00.000-07:002004-07-09T03:09:37.200-07:00I have to apologize to y'all. After making that post about Dante, I faintly remembered making a post about Dante with the exact same premise a few months before.
Hunh. Must be losing my edge.
(Sonic Mega Collection has put serious nostalgic lumps in my throat.)Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089346071801345842004-07-08T21:02:00.000-07:002004-07-08T21:07:51.800-07:00Hey! Look at this! The whole WMD thing was all the CIA's fault! Wait, I thought it was the CIA's fault for not realizing there were WMD. Or maybe it's their fault for not believing it hard enough, so no WMD appeared when our tanks rolled in. After all, we know where they are... Tikrid and Baghdad... north, east, oh it's too painful.
The story keeps changing and I'm all out of blue pills. I'm Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089333205176401382004-07-08T17:25:00.000-07:002004-07-08T17:33:25.176-07:00Hello, gentle readers! Today I went over to Dante's to relieve him of his copy of Sonic Mega Collection (all the old Sonic games... AGAIN! Did you know there are five different versions of Sonic 1 on five different systems, with a sixth on the way?), and since I was all giddy over Ken Lay being sent to his executive slammer, I expected to something all happy and girly-like, like a peck on the Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089255451810369602004-07-07T19:46:00.000-07:002004-07-07T19:58:45.476-07:00Aggghh! I've been doing homework all day. History and math.
I like math, but lately it's been very hard to pay attention in class. I keep nearly falling asleep. Whenever the instructor turns around, I take the opportunity to rest my eyes. Back in high school, I could draw fairies and shirk my attention-paying responsibilities (once I fell asleep--don't tell anybody), but now I've entered the BigLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089173618013112092004-07-06T21:01:00.000-07:002004-07-06T21:13:38.033-07:00So two days ago I did something dumb. Hear me out. I bawled in front of my mom and then poured my heart out about why I hate my existence.
You see, it all started when we were trying to decide what to do about my new writing teacher, who shall henceforth be referred to as Dr. Eggman. Dr. Eggman seems to feel an all-consuming need to control his students’ emotional lives, which is probably why heLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1089061113854252422004-07-05T13:56:00.000-07:002004-07-05T13:58:33.856-07:00I'm sick as a dog. Um, a dog that's really sick. (Who invented that phrase, anyway?) So, no posting, to avoid accidentally transmitting my vomit across the Internet, which would be a disasterBLEARGH--
(eeeep)
(Suzy pulls the plug on the interweb. "Go back to your room, dearest.")Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088908633063387112004-07-03T19:36:00.000-07:002004-07-03T19:37:13.063-07:00"America has sown the seeds for civil war in Iraq," by Sami Ramadani, at the Guardian.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088907275531054312004-07-03T19:13:00.000-07:002004-07-03T19:14:35.530-07:00Check this out.
A woman interviews booth babes at E3. Words such as "whore" and "slut" are nowhere to be found.
Model. So to speak.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088900619084509112004-07-03T17:11:00.000-07:002004-07-03T17:27:39.670-07:00Hey! Guess what country is sovreign once more! Whoops, only the US can impose martial law. And the US hand-picked Iraqi government is thinking of imposing martial law. And the US troops can kill with impunity.
Does anybody else smell a rat?
(...why do they hate America? I'll tell you why...)Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088887772508295712004-07-03T13:29:00.000-07:002004-07-03T13:49:32.506-07:00What do I really care about?
Brielle told me that it doesn't matter what I write about, so as long as I care about it. So... what do I care about?
- I care about sunshine and love and all sorts of happy stuff, because I like being saccharin-sweet like that.
- I care about darkness and brooding and sadness, because I find myself there fairly often, especially by way of moping in my room on a Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088474764239443602004-06-28T18:06:00.000-07:002004-06-28T19:08:19.673-07:00I didn't bother to update my "reading" tab, but you should know I've been reading Playing the Future, by Douglas Rushkoff (who wrote Cyberia, used as reference material for Lain, used as intellectual masturbation for Leticia). It's a delightful book that talks about how the kids of today are better equipped for surviving in the Brand New Paradigm than us obsolete, outmoded adults. Phooey.
No, Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088471193526304582004-06-28T18:05:00.000-07:002004-06-28T18:06:33.526-07:00As yo may have noticed, I feel comfortable talking about sex again. I won't talk about it all the time, but I will when I feel like it.
Thanks.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088302312967233322004-06-26T18:57:00.000-07:002004-06-26T19:11:52.966-07:00Good God I'm lonely today. I just sat around my house and moped, and then I went to the library and moped, and then I came back here and moped. Gross.
While lulling in bed, as I am wont to do on Saturday morning, I thought of the boyfriend I would want to wake me up. Here he is:
He looks sort of like Yami Bakura, from Yu-Gi-Oh!, whose name you shall note sounds something like "yummy Bakura," Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088235887455748822004-06-26T00:43:00.000-07:002004-06-26T00:44:47.456-07:00In case you missed the news... Dick Cheney's secret identity, revealed!Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088234558004877142004-06-26T00:08:00.000-07:002004-06-26T00:22:38.003-07:00I just saw Fahrenheit 9/11.
Go see it. Now. I order you. If you are Democrat or Republican, American, British, Moroccan, Venezualan, if you work in a factory or in a skyscraper, GO SEE THIS DAMNED MOVIE. Absolutely EVERYTHING I've wanted to say to the American people for the past four years is summed up in an easy-to-consume, sensationalist Michael Moore package. You will laugh and cry, in equalLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088128280212040242004-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:002004-06-24T18:51:20.213-07:00I'm sure you'll all be thrilled to know that yesterday I gots myself a copy of Mega Man: Anniversary Collection. Yahoo! So far, it's lots of fun. I never got to play Mega Man as a kid (hey, I was like, two years old!), and I felt a yearning for a simplistic game that would last me a good long time, and so the ten-game Mega Man retro-pack seemed like the way to go.
For me, after a while, Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1088127898800426202004-06-24T18:17:00.000-07:002004-06-24T18:44:58.800-07:00When I die, I would like to be buried in some ditch off the highway, with nothing to remember me. I'm hoping that, if I do good enough in life, I'll be immortal anyway through my deeds; but, if I die, I don't want to take up other people's space with a gravestone. People live and people die, and those are the rules, I think it's fair if I just pack up and go after my eighty years on planet Earth.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087974708205229732004-06-23T00:09:00.000-07:002004-06-23T00:11:48.206-07:00Hmhmhmhm. Article in the San Francisco Gate. (Reference thanks to alert reader Emma Harvey, who, you may recall, also provided the crocodile song. Oh, she sailed away...)
Which brings me to my flawed theory as to why there exists such a nasty double standard, why there will always be a double standard, why men who have tons of unbridled wanton sex are considered hunky lotharios and women who Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087962913101721442004-06-22T20:50:00.000-07:002004-06-22T20:55:13.100-07:00I swear, if somebody ever bought me these, they would have immediate, unfettered access to my vagina. In fact, I would probably offer them Leticia's Vagina GoldCard Insidership, just to be sure.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087960551973359312004-06-22T20:12:00.000-07:002004-06-22T20:15:51.973-07:00Good God I am turned on today. The mere sight of a vegetable sub would make me imagine being pressed between the halves of bread, laying comfortably in my garden of lettuce and smearing myself with mayonnaise before being eaten by the one guy in my history class who looks exactly like Jayne from Firefly. Oooh! Oooh! And in the middle of math class, I couldn’t help but imagine myself pressed Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087951441965660852004-06-22T17:32:00.000-07:002004-06-22T17:44:01.966-07:00On the bus on the way back home I saw a bunch of little kids going to the community center, and their beautiful instructor telling them that Starbucks is evil, there are too many of them and that they all need to go away. She told them never to buy anything at Starbucks, ever, which I felt was unlikely given that they are six years old (although a six-year-old probably has a good amount of power Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087876833251813552004-06-21T20:42:00.000-07:002004-06-21T23:47:46.340-07:00You know how I feel? I want to cry. I want to cry terribly badly. But instead, I can't, everything that goes on in my head is in an impenetrable fog and instead I'm going to eat dinner, watch that Michael Moore DVD I rented and go to bed. Well, no, I'll try to go to bed, then I'll masturbate about one thousand times, then cry, then sleep, then wake up 2 minutes later to my alarm. Anywhere, here Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087875735430590132004-06-21T20:31:00.000-07:002004-06-21T23:39:54.136-07:00I went to Poseidontown’s gay pride celebration today. (Note: Everybody in Poseidontown, and I mean _everybody,_ goes to gay pride. Even the mayor.) It was... eh. I say this a lot, but I just didn’t belong. Gosh, I don’t belong anywhere. Except...
I found a friend! Actually, a friend of a friend, but we got along quite well. You know with all my usual friends I try my best to be as spontaneous Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087621702575043872004-06-18T21:51:00.000-07:002004-06-18T22:08:22.576-07:00You my have noticed my tendency to describe attractive women as "ghostlike." Well, there you go. I have ghost-philia. I can't get over the idea that I could pass through this girl if she so decided to disperse her ethereal particles. I could bottle her up and never let her go. Oh yeah.
No, no, that's just nonsense. I have decided: I _do_ want a boy, but not some big, though man with a chainsaw Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087515213689448542004-06-17T16:30:00.000-07:002004-06-17T16:33:33.690-07:00Hello everybody! Today we talk about nudism. Seriously. I’m not holding back or getting afraid of what I write this time. It’s full-frontal Leticia day here in th blogosphere.
You know, yestserday I got really angry when I saw a beer ad depicting a bottle of the demon drink perched in front of a sign reading “nude beach.” Why did this make me angry, you ask? Well...
- It perpetuates the idea Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087335268734163642004-06-15T14:25:00.000-07:002004-06-15T14:34:28.733-07:00I feel terrible this morning. I took an hour and a half to get out of bed. I want to be swallowed up by a swirling black miasma with a comforting voice that says, "Don't worry, Leticia, all will be explained." Or maybe a giant unicorn. I haven't decided yet.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087282513306556292004-06-14T23:52:00.000-07:002004-06-14T23:55:13.306-07:00I'm sure I was supposed to post some incredible existential quandrary that reveals all the inner secrets of womanhood, but I read too many comic books and now all I can say is that the comic book Pita-Ten is awesome, I never thought I'd like a girly-girly Japanese romance comic (they're all the rage), tofu is good, and my head hurts. But my head ALWAYS hurts, so instead I'll just say: eat your Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087198174078297972004-06-13T23:46:00.000-07:002004-06-14T00:29:34.076-07:00Tom Tomorrow, who I usually respect, has a few things to say about Ted Rall. Apparently, Rall made some comments about how Reagan, in his opinion, is currently frying in hell and he went into disturbing detail (no quote... it's just too gruesome). Here's what Tom had to say:
Here's the thing: Rall posts this on his blog, which at a guess has maybe 5,000 to 10,000 people reading it. Drudge links Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087174752295802722004-06-13T17:56:00.000-07:002004-06-13T17:59:12.296-07:00Yeah, the reason I've been out of it lately is... Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I saw the light. No longer do I need to visit GameFAQs every five minutes. I feel like Link... I am Link... I think about things in terms of pots and rupees and hookshots and long-winded cutscenes...
Twice I have stayed up until four in the morning playing that game. My name is Leticia... and I'm a... WAAAH!Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1087173874593886862004-06-13T17:40:00.000-07:002004-06-13T17:56:29.290-07:00Today, we talk about Leticia’s youthful role models and the effect they have on her as an adult. Bring popcorn.
Back in Hicksburg, our favorite backwoods Homophobes-R-Us factory town, I was raised by my peers to be a good little girl who talked about good little girl things. By way of the Internet I learned naughty things, such as how the male body operates and what to do about my little visitorLeticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1086921776158722552004-06-10T19:35:00.000-07:002004-06-10T19:42:56.156-07:00The thing about being appreciated is that you never know how to respond to it, because every girl in the world wants to be appreciated but you never want to make an emotional investment.
Take this boy, a dear friend of mine, who wants to turn me into a cookie (enormous apologies to this person, who is currently reading this); I love him and, deep down inside, really really want him to turn me Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1086921293659012962004-06-10T19:33:00.000-07:002004-06-10T19:34:53.660-07:00I dreamt about an adorable young girl with white powdery makeup and a bright red kimono who was actually a con artist and you should stay away from her at all costs.
...Weird.Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1086920046614667292004-06-10T19:13:00.000-07:002004-06-10T19:14:06.613-07:00A friend of mine, over the Internet, told me he fantasizes of turning me into a gingerbread cookie.
No.. boy.. has.. ever.. told.. me.. that.
And it's gross.
But no boy has ever told me that.
Wah!Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237367.post-1086846771567647762004-06-09T22:36:00.000-07:002004-06-09T22:52:51.566-07:00She looks like a ghoul.
No, I'm serious. But she's the most gorgeous ghoul you ever met. She's also kinda fluffy, so I could probably roll her in flour and fluff her if I so desired, with her consent of course. Of course, the fact that my brain is already to the Rolling-in-Flour-and-Fluffing phase signifies my current mentality, which is hopelessly bored. And so, my relationships progress from Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660711622789398738noreply@blogger.com0