Archive for August 2001

ohh, i stole this great name analysis link from laurel,
Jodi: You have a love of travel and adventure, and you enjoy sports. You also have a very strong sense of fair play and want justice. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You have a discriminating [...]

Aug 31 2001
4

on vacation

if i am on vacation, why in the hell am i so damn tired? i should be brimming with energy. instead, i sit here and ponder taking a nap. it’s like i am some 84-year-old woman who needs to catch so shut-eye so she can make it through dinner without napping in her creamed spinach.
thus [...]

Aug 31 2001
3

hello

hi.
remember me? i’ll be back this afternoon with some delightful tales of my vacation. i know you can’t hardly wait.

last night we arrived a bit early for the movie, i didn’t mind in the least because the apple valley cineplex has an arcade.
something about arcades make me a doofy 12 year old girl all over again. i love arcade games. it’s not the same on nintendo or sony. it’s the standing up, shoving [...]

Aug 27 2001
5

sex in south dakota

last night i kept dreaming that i was having sex with a HUGE south dakotan football player. he had orangey hair. we had sex in a red pick-up truck and in the snow. it was strange. the only person i know from south dakota is my best friend kari, AND she has orange hair. but [...]

today might just have been the most perfect summer day in the entire world. i am not just saying that because it happened to me either.
we went to the zoo. we looked at meerkats (and they didn’t sing “hakuna matata” like in the disney films). i petted a chincilla and a blue-tongued skink. not a [...]

Dear Alan,
it’s five years now. Five years today, it’s the anniversary of your death. It’s been five years and the news of your death still overshadows the memories of your life. It bothers me that the memories that stick out the most in my mind are those of your death and not those of [...]

Aug 26 2001
1

five years ago

Blech. It’s the fifth anniversary of alan’s death. you can read about it over at backwash if’n you want.

so, we went to the mall of hell today and actually it wasn’t so bad. i have come to the conclusion that women who shop at the mall of hell are about the worst dressers on the face of the planet. really, they are not conscious of their bodies at all. even the big girls [...]

Aug 25 2001
0

what in the hell?

what kind of strange interplanetary law is working here today? i can sit for months without my phone ringing a single time on a saturday. months. i am not even exaggerating. but now, that i have something to do, someone to hang out with. . . it rings off the damn hook. i just don’t [...]

welcome to the first friday night of my vacation. please allow me to feel sorry for myself.
“you are using someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. . .”
i am watching high fidelity right now. i actually purchased it tonight. that brings the grand total of movies i own to 4. i am moving [...]

i, jodi chromey, hearby challenge one mr.mecawilson to a ms. pacman game. because i got the mad crazy ms. pacman skillz like you wouldn’t believe. it was the one video game i was always good at. that’s why i like hanging out at the airport so much because they got ms. pacman games all over [...]

Aug 24 2001
1

7 more hours baby

when this day is done, i will not have to work for 10 days. 10 DAYS! wahoo!

Aug 23 2001
3

tchotchkes

i love the way m. doughty says “tchotchkes.” it just makes me melty inside.

Aug 23 2001
4

all wound up

my shoulders are in knots. i am coiled tight, a spring waiting to pop. my vacation could not come at a better time. my work ethic rating has slid into negative numbers. i don’t think i’ve done much of anything in the past week. but the launch went off with only a small hitch. yay!
the [...]

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