22 april 2002.1058 pm me: amanda, you'll tell me the truth. amanda: yes. me: just exactly how bling-bing is this purse? amanda: oh DAMN!!!!! amanda: now, imagine that said with a spanish accent. amanda: that's how tight this purse is. @@@@@ on sunday, my dad woke me up at 930am with this: dad: "hey ash, do you have any cds by enya?" me: [muffled tired groaning] "no, why the hell would i have cds by enya?" dad: "yeah, she sucks. i think it's yanni in drag." @@@@@ guess who gets another driving lesson saturday? yeah, that'd be me. gabe: "so, are you feeling more comfortable driving? are you nervous?" ashley: "i feel great. not worried at all." gabe: "good, because i have fucking veins popping out of my forehead."