tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41377922011-10-10T17:02:30.764-05:00thoughts, comments, concerns? itching and redness got you down? can't help you there (ps..ewwww)..but reading this doesn't require a prescription and/or social ostracism. sweet.lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-68542197166903559742008-02-24T16:36:00.007-06:002008-03-16T23:10:24.313-05:00

fact: though i had every intention of eliminating world hunger and patching the ozone layer today, i’ve spent the past fiveish hours on my couch entranced by e!’s oscar coverage. now that my mind has been sufficiently numbed by talk of sparkles and spanx, i can dive head first into another pint of ben and jerry's knowing one thing is abundantly clear: i am never allowed to be famous.so yeah. i've

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-70619978648610288042008-02-11T21:59:00.006-06:002008-03-16T23:18:27.494-05:00

whenever i read about a bitter custody battle at the end of a loveless marriage, an unruly teen being granted emancipation from his or her parents or even the prom queen that leaves her newborn baby in the toilet, the knot tightens in my stomach almost immediately. though i have been in my fair share of grudge matches, ruffled countless parental feathers and would opt for beading and organza over

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-36605138388011869292008-02-05T22:14:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:23:01.967-06:00

since coming into this world kicking, screaming and covered in amniotic goo nearly a quarter century ago, i have been called many a name. i know for a fact that the bulk of you are flashing on a nickname or two as you read these words but honestly, "sexy lexy" barely scratches the surface.the first was "furry," as i was born with enough fringe that my own mother mistook me for a small labrador,

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-12523026932130669512008-01-31T22:19:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:23:35.497-06:00

at first glance, many have struggled to pinpoint my nationality. with my almond-shaped eyes, olive complexion and eyebrows rivaling those of peter gallagher (no worries..i don't share his love for show tunes), i have heard everything from spanish to lebanese to thai. however, once a few choice four-letter words escape from my lips or it's revealed that my weapon of choice is not a .44 or

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-61581810608051975352008-01-24T20:58:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:24:01.467-06:00

in tvland, they call it a hiatus. horticulturists refer to it as dormancy. pseudo-professors say it's a sabbatical. yogi and boo boo know it as hibernation. i am neither a sitcom star with a paparazzi problem, nor rocking a green thumb and magenta crocs. my passport is nonexistent, as is my furry underbelly and penchant for bow-ties and picnic baskets. well, i guess that last one depends on the

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1106547163764431022005-01-23T23:52:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:24:19.538-06:00

before y'all begin pelting me with hard, jagged objects and shooting dirty looks in my general direction with the precision and accuracy of a vietnam vet in his heyday, give me a paragraph or so to explain my phantom-like status since august 15th. hold up..i see you with the ninja star in hand. we will all have our turn. just wait for yours. atta boy.i'm not a big fan of lying. fibbing, maybe.

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1097474675679308862004-08-15T14:56:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:24:40.260-06:00

i'll be the first to admit it: i am one of the biggest spazzoids i know. whether i am tearing through residential neighborhoods at excessive speeds, hauling ass down the crowded sidewalks of boston to make it to work on time, or struggling to keep my keep it together whilst living at home this summer, my sanity always has one foot out the door. i know it's just waiting for the perfect moment to

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1092115776552567682004-08-04T15:22:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:24:57.844-06:00

have you ever had one of those mornings (or afternoons..depending on how much you heart the sleepies) that you roll out of bed, wipe the gunk out of your eyes, pull back the blinds and say to yourself, "sweet sassy molassey, self! today looks absolutely DELICIOUS!" this evaluation signals immediate gussying (or hussying in some cases..you know who you are) up into your favorite warm weather garb

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1091597813765182222004-07-30T01:31:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:25:10.908-06:00

i know that i am going straight to hell in a kate spade saying this the day after my nana is hospitalized from suffering a stroke, but i could use the balmy temps and a hot little tan. let it be known that i truly despise the elderly.don't get me wrong..not all who are prune-faced and teeter along at a tortoise's pace warrant my hatred. my nana is the definition of red-headed perfection, my papa

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1090907380716657072004-07-25T00:44:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:25:37.858-06:00

no matter how much i may strive to be a "go-getter," "people person," or "nice," my inner slacker is watching, waiting, and anticipating the perfect moment to strike, henceforth sabotaging anything productive that i could possibly be capable of. though we may tussle for a bit, my inner slacker and i, slackey usually prevails and the two of us end up on the couch, eating junk that goes straight to

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1090738087753814252004-07-07T23:38:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:26:01.177-06:00

when i was two and a half years old, my family (which then consisted of me, my father, and my very pregnant mother) moved from a small apartment near the beach to a modest-sized house on a tree-lined street..the house i still reside in when not away at school. the first day we moved in, i decided that it would be a great idea to explore my new environment with my dog, vito, who was a year younger

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1090567593822487582004-06-28T22:19:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:26:16.610-06:00

it really doesn't matter where you are on this crazy blue marble we call earth, one thing holds true regardless of where you call home. africa, australia, even antarctica or india..where nary a square of skin can be seen beneath snowsuit or burqa, respectively. take a gander downwards. does your chest protrude? if so, be prepared for skeezeballs to flock at a moment's notice. if not, you are the

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1090911435720465102004-05-14T15:25:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:26:33.970-06:00

the thought of having children has never particularly appealed to me. first, there is the massive weight gain and the constantly full bladder. second, the uberpainful birthing process. third, the inevitable saggy boobs, stretch marks, and struggle to shed the aforementioned massive weight gain. lastly, the mere thought of having to deal with a miniature version of yours truly until safely dead

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1082344707558463632004-04-18T22:18:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:27:15.450-06:00

there are many things in this life that puzzle me. why has a monkey been running our country for the past 3.4-ish years? who invented the bouffant? does a hooker charge her significant other for services others pay for hourly? with the right seasoning, can liver pass as a desirable entree? these are questions that take up the bulk of my thinking space..space that could be used to further my

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1081651029282545902004-04-07T14:14:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:27:30.701-06:00

monday started out like any other day. i woke up a shade before noon (god bless the invention of the once a week night class), got scalded by my demonized shower, and walked around in my underoos for the better part of an hour whilst trying to plan out the rest of my day. despite the fact that it was about 4 pm at that point, there was still much to be done. tv and beer won't watch and drink

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1080023897201709292004-03-22T22:33:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:27:43.821-06:00

"where is it?" a raspy voice crackled into my right ear."it? what is it ? what are you talking about, mister?" i responded, still groggy from a delicious, but interrupted, nap."oh you KNOW what IT is," the voice persisted, more menacing than before. "if i don't get it soon, you'll be sorry.""seriously lisa, i'm trying to sleep. i'll blog it up later i promise. now go get yourself some

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1074044386391370062004-01-13T19:40:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:27:56.590-06:00

when i was a little lex and did something bad (i.e. pinching my newborn brother til he began to wail, pushing kids out of line in preschool because i had to be first, and dropping the F-bomb whilst pulling my mother towards toys r us to get the newest my little pony), a myriad of punishment options awaited me. first came the yelling (and you thought my dad just had a beautiful telephone voice),

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1074028858910076642004-01-05T10:47:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:28:10.640-06:00

if i was found carousing about the web at my last job, wannabe intimidating bossman would have chopped my hands off and subsequently beaten me with them, using me as an example for other workers to comply with office policy.."or else." big R.C., if you're reading this (and at this hour, you shouldn't be according to your aforementioned policy), snack on it..cuz i'm coming to you live from T H & T

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1071893322096186712003-12-19T22:16:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:28:24.142-06:00

after battling some kind of reject flu during finals week (it's on, uconn), i pulled into the driveway of a familiar residence on december 13, 2003 at approximately 7:34 p.m. i shimmied out of the overpacked backseat, breathed in the crisp wintry air, had a coughing attack, and caught the tail end of a drug deal going on next door. ahhhh yes..home for the holidays in good ol' revere.the fact that

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1071880701226529072003-12-04T16:59:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:28:46.823-06:00

hey. hi. hello there. nice shirt. no..puce really IS the new black.i know it's been a while since our last little tryst (still wondering why you haven't you returned my calls *sniffle sniffle crazy eyes*) and things have changed..but knowing that the mere though of many of you churns my stomach like a tuna sandwich gone wrong hasn't faded a bit gives me that special feeling. three cheers for

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1069038965339607312003-11-02T13:34:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:29:03.589-06:00

historically, all hallows eve is the one night of the year when the disembodied spirits of those who died that year return to earth from beyond the grave to find a living body to possess. all laws of space and time are suspended..allowing the dead to intermingle with the living because this was, of course, their only chance to prosper in the afterlife. hmmmm..sounds a wee bit far-fetched if you

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1066280093631251412003-10-15T20:48:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:29:34.835-06:00

my crim class consists of a bunch of babies that are in dire need of a huggie change.here at the 'conn, we have this dandy little invention called webct. you sign on using one of 84758475 usernames and passwords the school requires you change every 2.7 seconds, check your grades, see what the prof has to say, and, in this case, get ripped a new asshole if you express any shred of doubt or concern

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1064880477643997302003-09-29T19:07:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:29:51.842-06:00

over the past few weeks, i have done the following: mixed up and consumed some quality beverages, eaten many a meal saturated with laxatives, dialed under the influence, battled the rabid sunday walmart crowd with nothing but a plastic coat hanger and a devious grin, and took it in the ass hardcore from my friendly campus bookstore and various professors (exam-wise, you dirty bird). for the math

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-1058554195654363672003-07-18T13:49:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:30:16.224-06:00

hello childrens! i see most of you are clutching your bosoms in what appears to be shock. over a month and nary a response? let me explain, lest we land ourselves in the hospital.since the number of cliffs and ends of the earths in the metro-boston area are few and far between, i would like to inform the lot of you that i have not fallen off of either, nor did i morph into a pool of silver

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-953962162003-06-06T22:53:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:30:44.145-06:00

if martha stewart ever strolls into my office to give a how-to tutorial on constructing stylish yet functional doilies using only coffee filters and used mustard packets, my suspicions will be confirmed: being a temp is about as close to being in hell as you can possibly get without SPF 873584734 and sporting a serious farmer's tan.i signed up for this ish thinking it would be easier than a

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-948423162003-05-24T18:58:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:31:01.230-06:00

well kids..my bulletproof vest is strapped on tight and i've been rockin' a pretty nasty pimp strut for a little over a week..two telltale signs that i am home crap home in revere.i am not ready to pull my hair out in a mixture of frustration and boredom..yet. my days have consisted of waking up a shade after 11, eating a big ol' bowl of cereal whilst channel surfing through the plethora of

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-943718172003-05-15T00:06:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:31:54.379-06:00

i hate cold weather and horny upstairs neighbors.when i was a wee tyke (same size..but with bangs and a wardrobe comprised of colors you would need sunglasses to look directly at), when the middle of march rolled around and the calendar said spring, mother nature whipped up a nice reprieve from the cold new england winters that had finally come to an end. i remember playing some serious games of

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-938210772003-05-05T15:44:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:32:29.936-06:00

newsflash: i am not dead.i'm sure that all 12 (ok..3) of you have been worried sick because of my recent lack of entries. i know i should have called first..or at least given the special hand signal..but i have just been too stressed the fuckout from school and finals and people and such to let y'all know until now (right now..when i should be utilizing my time to finish a paper instead of

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-929912092003-04-21T12:02:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:33:21.274-06:00

behold! jesus christ has died for our sins and we are rewarded not only with eternal salvation and deliverance from evil (amen)..but also with candy-coated chocolate eggs and marshmallow peeps from an fluffy, oversized rodent in a pink pastel bowtie! can life get much better? i submit that it CANNOT! thanks j.c. you are truly the ish.over the past few years, i have realized that celebrating

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-926966272003-04-15T23:48:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:33:37.482-06:00

regardless of what friends, strangers or your company policy may say, harassment is pretty dang fun. unless you are residing in an ice-covered shanty on the northwest quadrant of antarctica, you've probably realized that spring has sprung like a 12-year-old boy after sneaking a peak at his dad's stash of playboys. so, much like the beginning of second semester (spring break gym whores whatWHAT!),

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-922529952003-04-08T18:41:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:34:22.553-06:00

i think i may just have to reinstate the big plastic bubble idea..because i just can't be left to my own devices for more than five minutes without bringing harm upon myself or others. for example: walking. putting one foot in front of the other at a slow to moderate pace meant to get a person from point A to point B..sometimes to point C for a quick snack or bathroom break (even though both

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-920014012003-04-04T14:08:00.000-06:002008-02-05T23:24:57.500-06:00

while suffering from an extreme case of boredom and procrastination a few nights back, i began scouring the profile of every person on my buddy list (you know you do it too..don't deny) and found a quote so accurate that i was half expecting guy smiley and his massive chompers to show up and shriek, "alexisshmexis..this is your life!"guy never showed up (a honker fight at mr. hooper's store took

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-913298162003-03-25T00:12:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:35:22.866-06:00

after a short hiatus, muchos drinkies, and far too many hours flying the "friendly" skies on the delta express, *cue drumroll, strobe lights, and midgets on unicycles* i am BACK for your viewing pleasure. peep these tan lines! no not you..you're gross. backupoffme.spring break was sweet. me and judy doin' it up for serious. lots o' sun..lots o' skin..but my question (but not a complaint by ANY

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-905024252003-03-10T23:50:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:35:48.932-06:00

a few weeks ago, i was assigned a task. very dangerous, very covert, uncharted territory if you will. toppling an underground cock fighting operation? negative. assassinating pygmy aborigines using only mind bullets? again, no. my mission, if i chose to accept it, was to turn a gay guy, well, un-gay.this past weekend, the aforementioned task was to be completed. "it's for the good of mankind," i

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-904409322003-03-10T00:07:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:36:30.371-06:00

hi my name is lex..i have an addiction. i'm a dick..i'm addicted..to sleepies.i don't view naps as a leisurely activity. i view them as a sport, a competition if you will. and we all know the goal of a competition: to win..by any means necessary (morals are out the window..kinda like politics). it started innocently enough: i would come back from a particularly grueling (read: starting before 10

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-902593052003-03-06T15:12:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:37:20.826-06:00

if i went outside right now and just stood there, within approximately 4.3 seconds, all 5 foot 2 of me (stop laughing..that's my real height..on a good day..meaning today i am closer to 3' 7"..) would be completely covered with a semi-thick layer of snow. god really needs to start using head and shoulders..cuz these flakes are the size of carpet squares (remember those?! naptime rules!).after a

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-900963422003-03-03T23:49:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:37:50.947-06:00

i fell thrice times in under 24 hours. i should be outlawed from walking and quarantined to a plastic bubble for the remainder of my existence...in dire need of a full-body bandage,lex

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-900350422003-03-02T23:46:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:38:42.627-06:00

i'm attempting to think of an analogy to accurately describe my current state of being..and all that seems to fit is UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. to quote the man, the myth, the legend jesse chisholm: "i feel like a big bag of mess..and i don't think i like it."picture the carefree antics and wild shenanigans of one mr. ferris bueller on his very famous day off. and seeing as though it was on

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-897810282003-02-26T10:43:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:39:20.913-06:00

two posts in two days?! i must be going MAD. mad..or bored..or horny as hell..take your pick..do you guys remember mash? you know..mansion apartment shack house? that you and all your little friends used to cramp your fingers up feverishly writing at the lunch table..only to find out you would be married to harold with the stinky breath, have 43 children, drive a purple tricycle, and live in a

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-897509702003-02-25T20:56:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:39:35.549-06:00

i'd been feeling a tad too cracker-like here at the 'conn (although i'm sure you are wondering just how that's possible with friends like mine)..so i thought it was high time to ghetto myself up. that's right kiddies..(dramatic pause)..i went home for the weekend.even though the thought of my hometown has been known to cause the chunks to rise in my throat because of a select few ignorant

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-895107292003-02-21T12:53:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:39:58.239-06:00

dammit dammit DAMMIT..oh yeah..and hello.i'm annoyed right now. i'm sure you are thinking "what else is new..there is ALWAYS something pissing you off!" while you are correct in that aspect..well..you're right. i really can't think of a single instance when i haven't been heated over something in recent months. maybe it's true: i'm just a bitter bitch who needs to get laid. discuss amongst

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-892046692003-02-16T16:26:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:40:14.122-06:00

usually i'm not a big fan of pity parties. the lighting is bad, the food usually sucks (more on that later), and the atmosphere..well..people just seem like they'd rather be doing something..ANYTHING..else (sponge baths to the elderly come to mind for some reason..bygones). however..when your friends are the shit (aka don't smell and give you presents for no good reason other than the fact that

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-888981672003-02-11T00:30:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:41:04.828-06:00

note to all you obsessive freaks constantly checking this for an update: now is the time to escort children and elderly persons away from the computer in preparation for a bout with my pent-up, revere-style ghettoness. ready? ok..BACKUPOFFME..yo! i well aware that i've been one lazy mofo with the entries as of late..but between getting repeatedly plowed in the ass by each and every one of my

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-886224222003-02-05T19:55:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:41:29.778-06:00

ever since i was little, there has almost always been some kind of pet in my house. whether it was a big, dumb, loveable mutt, a schitzo cat that is constantly trying to escape, a silly spitz who likes to terrorize the laundry pile, or the most boring turtle on the planet..there was always something to play with when i wasn't too busy making my siblings' lives a living hell (what are older

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-884481302003-02-02T20:17:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:41:47.893-06:00

good evening all..and welcome to another episode of masterpiece theater..umm..errrr..what? come now..you know i would never subject you..my cherished readers..to such rubbish..but while we're on the subject..why oh WHY do the english insist on spelling words like "theater" and "center" with an -re instead of an -er..and don't even get me STARTED on that -our crap. say it with me QE2: fav-OR-ite..

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-883151812003-01-31T01:26:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:42:05.521-06:00

although today began with an olympic-caliber tumble off the top bunk and later followed with my bi-weekly (and quickly becoming dreaded) encounter with the heinous blonde bitch on wheels, today wasn't all too shabby. i even got a bonus crotch in the face..score!i will preface this comment with the disclaimer that the following statement is very sincere and heartfelt..but don't get used to it.

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-881805762003-01-28T16:57:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:42:24.838-06:00

unless you are suffering from a premature case of alzheimer's..you may remember me saying that i probably hated you already, regardless of who you are. SWEET SASSY MOLASSEY that couldn't be more true today! if you're at all squeamish..you may want to leave your computer and hide in a dark corner now.the first person/place/thing/general noun that i hate is college professors who treat you like

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-880561232003-01-26T13:10:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:43:08.491-06:00

it's about 1:30 p.m. on a sunday..and i am awake and alert. there are so many things wrong with that statement.so now that we are better acquainted (i'm assuming of course that you have read my last put-it-all-out-there-for-the-world-to-see post), i think it's high time that you become my shoulder. whether you like it or not i am going to be commenting on, obsessing about and venting anything and

lexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646690321644873428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137792.post-879224512003-01-23T16:45:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:43:48.023-06:00

ahoy-hoy..and welcome to el blog de lex. i..for all you math majors out there..am lex. whether you know me well enough to know my favorite pair of underwear or are just some pasty shut-in surfing for kiddie porn (hey, it's YOUR choice dude..just leave quietly and don't touch anything..god only knows where those hands have been) you'll realize pretty fast that there's no middle ground when dealing

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