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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|04:05 pm] |
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this still exists... well look at that. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|01:16 pm] |
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deadjournal... oh how i have forsaken you. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2006|01:30 am] |
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so... i'm 23. fuck. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2006|02:40 am] |
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take a bite of this apple... see where fruit and lsd lead. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|07:57 pm] |
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i realize how often i write in this, but i thought you should know, i'm alive, and i still don't have the time or energy. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2005|08:09 pm] |
fuck.
you're not making any sense. |
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[Sep. 17th, 2005|04:49 pm] |
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i love how it's nearly impossible to get a hold of me lately. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2005|09:35 pm] |
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what the fuck was that? |
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|10:14 am] |
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. |
In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. |
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore. |
In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. |
just because i hate you. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|01:10 pm] |
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these lips sink ships. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2005|01:35 am] |
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oh, and it's my birthday... if you don't read christina's journal. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2005|01:34 am] |
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i'm gonna be so high... watch out. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2005|02:31 am] |
what the fuck is that? Spanish? ... oh it's the Mars Volta...
Fuck.. what was i gonna say? |
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[Jun. 19th, 2005|04:07 pm] |
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i keep trying not to believe in fate. |
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[May. 12th, 2005|12:30 pm] |
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fuck wisdom teeth. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2005|12:03 pm] |
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alot of nice things turn bad out there. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
yesterday at work i had a meeting with two of my supervisors.
apparently they are concerned about me.
they inform me, that my attendance is becoming dangerous. however, more importantly than that, they would like to know how i'm doing. if i'm "ok". to this i answer "i don't know".
which is true, i don't know how i'm doing.
they say that my friends and co-workers have noticed a difference in my behavior the last few weeks, and they have too. odd. i haven't noticed anything, but, it appears they have. it seems i'm swearing more, and being much ruder than i normally am. not being as constant as they have come to see me to be. do i need some time? some time away from work to collect myself? to calm down? perhaps i'm stressed?
yes, i'm stressed. i'm stressed as fuck. what do you mean by time?
time away from work. just a few days. we're worried about you.
i think it might help.
alright then, you have the next 2 days off excused. would you like to leave early tonight?
i would like nothing more.
ok then, see you on monday.
this is me in utter shock. i can't even speak.
change? have i changed?
i would say yes. in the last few weeks i have changed. i'm no longer quiet while idiots fuck my day, or do things wrong. is that it? i bet not.
so i'm stressed, so fucking what? who isn't?
i've been anti-social. is that a crime? seems like it.
i work my ass off, does that matter? not a bit.
then he called the girl, i didn't really want to talk, but i don't have a choice. so i turn it into a fight. i could use the excitement.
no you can't come hang out.
i'm doing business.
i'm an asshole. deal.
then i find out he's with the waste.
by waste, i mean of human flesh.
not jealous, i don't care enough apparently, but rather happy for him to have found someone else.
he puts the waste on the phone. he tells me i'm upsetting. i tell him i'm busy and to hold that thought. *click* done with that.
i'm an asshole. deal.
i don't know what i'm doing today, or this weekend.
though i do know two things.
two concrete facts.
blueberry muffins make me feel better, and so do bong rips. |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2005|01:30 am] |
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when the "rapture" happens, i'm stealing your car. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|11:26 am] |
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liar. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2005|12:04 am] |
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[Feb. 20th, 2005|01:27 pm] |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|01:36 am] |
Ya.... it hit on me but I was like, "I gotta man!"
And then it said, "Well what's your man got to do with me?"
I just said, "I gotta man" again
And then the mouse said, "Ya but your man ain't me"
...what? |
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[Jan. 20th, 2005|01:20 am] |
| | WARNING | By the time you read this
You will be gay |
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[Jan. 19th, 2005|11:25 pm] |
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[Jan. 17th, 2005|12:18 am] |
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fuck you... and you. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2005|11:45 pm] |
oh no.. i have a box cutter in my pocket right now... might as well get on that. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2005|02:29 am] |
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on the way home i got orange juice and white castle... supple, and scrumptious. |
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[Jan. 7th, 2005|02:30 am] |
Sdotate: we should cross breed living matter and vegetables
chemicals4sleep: er
Sdotate: so we can have a pigtatoe
chemicals4sleep: ...that sounds delicious
Sdotate: a pig that grows potatoes on its back
Sdotate: wonderfull idea
chemicals4sleep: i think so
chemicals4sleep: if every animal grew a side dish on it's back
Sdotate: then when you raised deucers they would grow dubs?
chemicals4sleep: hes
chemicals4sleep: yes even
chemicals4sleep: and 40's would grow quarters
chemicals4sleep: just because
Sdotate: hold on
chemicals4sleep: ?
Sdotate: ill wake up in this world tommorow
chemicals4sleep: me too
chemicals4sleep: i hope to god
Sdotate: yes
chemicals4sleep: i'd be a 40 farmer
Sdotate: every day i live
Sdotate: i would farm your mom
Sdotate: and collect QP's
chemicals4sleep: leave my mom out of this
chemicals4sleep: god'll smite you
Sdotate signed off at 2:29:31 AM. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|03:30 pm] |
before i even started writing this, i realized how pointless it would be to outline what i want to do with my year.
... because i won't do it. even with my best intentions i fail, lists simply show me what i failed to do.
so... with that said.
my plan for this year is to see those of you who made me who i am.... but i have lost touch with. the ones that really matter and i care about. so if you don't see more of me... it's not that you aren't important... it's that my plan has fallen through... like always. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2004|06:45 pm] |
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2005 is coming, watch your head. |
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