tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84255561807236487572011-04-21T18:39:21.997-07:00lemonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464788542071394366noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425556180723648757.post-52598388482784227692009-01-06T13:37:00.000-08:002009-01-06T13:47:48.174-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hgZpfKDD5E/SWPQn4_bBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/42mGSK0y5O8/s1600-h/2453252900_6b3c09f0bd.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hgZpfKDD5E/SWPQn4_bBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/42mGSK0y5O8/s320/2453252900_6b3c09f0bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288299771194967234" /></a>I wish that everyday could be Sunday. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425556180723648757-5259838848278422769?l=lelemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464788542071394366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425556180723648757.post-29410589740442798332009-01-05T19:58:00.000-08:002009-01-05T20:11:19.347-08:00For the love of God number 12, catch the f-ing football.<div>Drinking Longhorn wine (so classy) makes Mack Brown play's look even worse. Is that possible?</div><div>None of this would be happening is we were able to wear our whites. We always do better in our storm troopers. </div><div>I keep thinking that maybe if Texas doesn't do well today, Vince's team will kick ass on Saturday. (I hate that I have to Vince's team. I can't say Vince because he doesn't play because he needs to grow some balls.) Still GO TITANS!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>something that needs to be said. <br /></div><div>you just aren't right</div><div>sorry funny man</div><div>sweet words and many letters </div><div>   don't move me</div><div>on and on and on</div><div>i still remember.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425556180723648757-2941058974044279833?l=lelemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464788542071394366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425556180723648757.post-22034806165916304612009-01-03T15:44:00.000-08:002009-01-03T16:29:04.849-08:00January 3, 2009.....<div><br /></div><div>Atlanta is in the playoffs and Dallas isn't?</div><div>Boyfriend's hair tornado grows in a counter clockwise direction.</div><div>Taking down Christmas ornaments is as bad as unpacking after a long trip.</div><div>Random things in my living room? </div><div>   1. Bar Globe</div><div>   2. Coach hat box</div><div>   3. Surfer Dude (Matthew McConaughey straight to DVD movie)</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a lot of stuff. Too much stuff for such a small apartment. My DVDs are half on a book shelf and half just stacked up next to my TV. This stack (big surprise) is never neat looking. On my bar I have a microwave, six picture frames, five candles, a bag of nuts (assorted types), mucho inscents, and some random crap that needs to be put away. </div><div><br /></div><div>Boyfriend moved in a few months ago. Most of his stuff is scattered around Austin in random places. The small amount of belongings he brought into the 400 square feet we share has pushed me over the limit. Things just sit around because there is no where to put them. As I just graduated college my life revolves around looking for a job. The biggest reason  why I am spending hours everyday job hunting, is to find a job so I can move this summer. Sorry Mom and Dad, you two being proud of me ranks lower than interior walls. (Which I have none.)</div><div><br /></div><div>In keeping with the 400 square feet, no rooms talk. Something I find hilarious is when Boyfriend and I get into an argument. We have no where to go. We don't have doors to slam, or places to stomp off to. I glare at him from the bed and he glares at me from the futon (five feet away) It's ridiculous. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425556180723648757-2203480616591630461?l=lelemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lemonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464788542071394366noreply@blogger.com0