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[30 Apr 2008|03:23pm] |
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add me on "tryamirror." my new LIVE journal.
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[28 Feb 2008|02:06am] |
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I've moved. FIND ME! if you want to know, just ask.
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[10 Feb 2008|03:44pm] |
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all of my ovens are broken
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[06 Jan 2008|12:41pm] |
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These past weeks have been the strangest days of my life.
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[22 Dec 2007|03:48pm] |
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I work at Club Monaco now.
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[20 Dec 2007|11:30am] |
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If you can't sleep when you're tired, can't sleep when you take sleeping pills, can't sleep when you're sober, and can't sleep when you're fucked up, then when are you supposed to sleep?
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[19 Dec 2007|09:33am] |
O.K.......
My eyes are not right.
My jaw fucking hurts.
630am sleep,
9am awake.
and
i
love
it
.
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[18 Dec 2007|04:09pm] |
Give me speed.
If you close the door
the night could last forever.
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[13 Dec 2007|10:08am] |
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So it's 9:54am and i'm awake, which is not and suprise, and smoking my second to last cigarette. I feel like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in the city right now. I also feel like I gained 10 pounds in the last week. but theres no way of actually knowinng because i don't own a scale, and no one i know owns a scale and even if they do, i wouldn't use it. Life is going rather well right now, compared to what it's been July-October (2007 has not been my year). I see more of the people that i love, and less of the people that i want to throw lemonade in their face. On the 22nd of this month i start a really awesome job getting paid really awesome money and get really awesome raises each month. 16.50 an hour this month, 19.00 next month, and so on and so on and so on. I finally opened up a checking account without the help of my father, starting nassau in may/september, and i can get my license back by june! this is all really exciting stuff for me, but probably less meaningfull for you. tomorrow is xannie friday which is OBVIOUSLY the best day in the world, besides xannie sattie. theres alot of thing i have to do today, and alot of buses to be taken, and as much as i'd really rather stay in bed all day and do nothing, i've got to get them done. Someone give me a ride!
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[25 Nov 2007|10:29am] |
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I can't believe you are how old you almost are
and you're in a really cool place,
where mountains climb so tall
and waves crash blue around you.
you rule.
bye
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[19 Nov 2007|12:14am] |
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I just can't wait until tomorrow,
and seven
in
four.
So exciting.
My lips are chapped
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[10 Nov 2007|03:02am] |
The most crucial five hours i've had in a long-fuckin-time.
Things are starting to look WAY up.
I have almost everything I need in life right now,
besides a job and a license,
but that is just the small stuff.
I would just like to say, fuck you (JM).
You most likely will never read this,
but you're a bad person.
you suck, SORRY.
You is super fuckin lame,
and I is super fuckin happy.
HA HA HA.
Anyways. . .
My hair is in a braid.
Tell me something good!
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[05 Nov 2007|08:13pm] |
So. I got really luck today,
with court and all.
Good thing I woke up when I did.
So lazy!
All
day
Every
day.
Someone get me drunk soon.
Very, very, very, very
very.
Soon.
I keep running into this chick who has a crush on me.
uh,
awk
ward.
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[22 Oct 2007|05:43pm] |
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Taking advice about girls from a guy whos never had a girlfriend isn't too smart. I'm sorry that your homosexual best friend is jealous of me!
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[21 Oct 2007|11:17pm] |
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I love my brother. In five and a half hours he's moving to Alaska.
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[19 Oct 2007|01:34am] |
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It just feels better.
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[18 Oct 2007|07:54pm] |
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Wasting six months of your life completely sucks and is really funny all at the same time.
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[18 Oct 2007|12:42pm] |
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Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move, awake but cannot open my eyes. And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breathe and hope someone will save me this time. And your mother's still calling you insane and high, swearing it's different this time. And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her, and that god never blessed her insides. Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things and crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide and you love things just because, like the sick and dying. And sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on, and your friends they sing along and they love you. But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you'll fight and you'll make it through. you'll fake it if you have to and you'll show up for work with a smile. And you'll be better
you'll be smarter
more grown up and a better daughter
or son
and a real good friend.
and you'll be awake
you'll be alert
you'll be positive though it hurts
and you'll laugh and embrace all of your friends.
you'll be a real good listener
you'll be honest
you'll be brave
you'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
you'll be happy.
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[18 Oct 2007|11:25am] |
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Someone make me a salad
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