Lindsay: 25, Indianapolis. Is not one of those feisty "i will survive" types. Makes fun of what you're wearing. Trying to figure out what to do after whitewashing her "future plans" board. Has no opinion on dragons.

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28 December 2008 : In short.

Someone just drove past my house with their bass turned up so high that it set off a car alarm.

My three considerations on this were as follows:

1. Wow, that's annoying.
2. Poor Jen has to get up in four hours.
3. I really, really hate the whisper song.


posted by lindsay at 00:24 ::



6 Comments:

You never post because you're lame. So there.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:47 PM  

Oooh, don'tcha' wanna know now who anonymously said that shit! *I* did, *I* said it, because it's true. So THERE. You cryptically post like once a frickin' month and I KNOW there's more going on in your life than the crap you post on here so erratically, so get crackin'! I'm tired of checking your site all the time with nothing new to read... :(

And my word verification is "pingled" - THAT'S how I feel when you don't post, fucking Pingled.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:51 PM  

I heart you, anonymous, whoever you are. Post more shit, Lindsay! I am now a bored housewife with nothing better to do than check your site religiously...

By Anonymous Cera, at 3:08 PM  

Uhm, it was me. :)
-Lisa

By OpenID herbiej, at 10:49 AM  

No way, it was Lisa?

I never would have guessed.

By Blogger lindsay, at 10:18 PM  

Are you being snarkastic? 'Cause you've already pingled me once this month...

By Anonymous Lisa, at 1:41 AM  

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