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About Me

so i decided to get out of the heat for a few days, stop smoking, and chow down for memorial weekend. so went up to lake arrowhead... my place of birth and freshen up my tar filled lungs and fill my descended stomache with some of dad's good cookin. but then that got old, and i got drunk. so i said what the hell, lets go see whats goin down in the small town of lake arrowhead. it was quite interesting to find a cover morrissey band playing by the lake, they had passion and a good 40 years of life behind them. wrapping the microphone chords around their necks and and throwing up rock fists trying to get the crowd jazzed made me wonder if this is what they did for a living or if it was something they did in attempt to get laid. i figure if you really like playing music you would play your own and not sabotage a legendary band, right? and as a i was sitting there in amazment of the events that were happening right before my eyes, some precious young gun sweetly whispers in my ear something about this cover morrissey band sounding like enrique inglesias and starts to dance with me as if we were at his high school prom. he must have thought that women are into enrique, or that i was on my way to being a pedifile. this was the icing of my dry, bitter cake. i had to get out of there. so i get in my car, confused, and im driving back to my house. when out of no where...BAM. i get hit by a fucking deer! wierd huh? i guess karma likes cover bands.

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I'd like to meet:

kittie kats who eat air borne and die.“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."- Author David Sedaris, on undecided voters

My Blog

about me vol 4

the name is cassie yet im usually known as cass hole or cassarole. neither of these names are very complimenting to my phenomenal personality. in fact they can at times be very damaging to my image. i...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 13:59:00 GMT

about me vol 3

hi my name is cassie and i work for NARS cosmetics. but in my spare time i like to help the needy. as of right now i am living with a mental person. she suffers from syphalitic whoritis. its a serious...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 00:34:00 GMT

concussions?

i dont know how you spell concussions. all i know is that i once had one. and let me tell you i learned my lesson. so i have this problem with kids.... not all kids... just annoying ones. so one day,&...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 11:47:00 GMT

childhood

my life as a child was rough. i grew up being what i like to call "ingorged" "husky" or "swollen" which technically means fat. i was champion of the happy mean eating contest. i could slam down three ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 23:04:00 GMT

about me

hi my name is cassie and this isnt going to be a traditional about me, because i think they are pretty lame. but ill tell you whats not lame, and thats me. im probably the coolest person youll ever me...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 02:01:00 GMT

50 reasons why i love my dad

1. he is bald 2. he is short like me 3. he has a mountain man beard 4. he has a funny laugh 5. he tells retarded jokes about white trash 6. he always wears shorts 7. in the winter he wears tall wool s...
Posted by on Thu, 25 May 2006 22:12:00 GMT