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Dead dead dead.
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[26 Jan 2006|07:29pm] |
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Dead dead dead.
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| Word of the day. |
[10 Jan 2006|11:30am] |
The library has the best water in town.
Ice fucking cold.
Friday, finally.
It will finally be Friday.
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[29 Dec 2005|04:29pm] |
Its Anthony.
Sam is stupid and left his shit logged in at work hahahahaha
I LOVE YOU SAM!!!
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[28 Dec 2005|01:49pm] |
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What a joke.
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[28 Nov 2005|12:54pm] |
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I was tired.
I am sorry.
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| Girl, you promised. |
[23 Nov 2005|12:51pm] |
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They're playing reggae here in the warehouse.
My birthday is this Saturday. YES, I WILL INFORM YOU OF THIS AS MUCH AS I'D LIKE. This is the last time, though because I won't have a computer until Monday.
So, wish me a happy 19th birthday or i'll burn your.... I mean, be very upset.
Oh, and happy Thanksgiving to you.
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[21 Nov 2005|06:42pm] |
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On!Air!Library! |
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Ah, this so called life.
A boring one, indeed. Well, at least for now.
The holidays are coming. I'm always comparing it to that time two years ago.
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[21 Nov 2005|12:10pm] |
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Last night I took a sleeping pill this woman at work gave to me. It really did help me sleep. But, when my alarm went off this morning, I was so tired and mixed up, I thought it was Sunday and just turned it off and went back to sleep. Then, Luke started knocking on my door and asked me if I "wanted to go." I thought he was asking me if I wanted to go to the flea market, because it was Sunday in my head. So, I jumped up, and then soon after realized it was Monday and we were headed to work. I hate being in a rush, and everything seemed to piss me off. Going to work in a bad mood is a horrible feeling. To top it off, I couldn't find my cigarettes.
Well, while I was at work, still tired as hell, I made some coffee and walked over to these doors that swing open. Of course, I had to be holding hot coffee, wearing my brand new shirt, and wearing my half-awake brain. This crazy woman who works with me opened the door at the same time I was trying to go in, and the door hit the hand I was holding the coffee with and it spilled all over my arm and on my new shirt. It burned like a mother fucker! This crazy woman yelled at me, and told me I should be going through the right door. Slap in the face.
Well, it's lunch now. And, that cursive CD made everything go away.
Oriental Ramen noodles, again. We're having a thanksgiving lunch tomorrow. Everyone is bringing in something. I'm bringing green bean casserole. I saw on the list that someone is bring a case of bud light. I love these alcoholic potheads I work with, I swear.
I repierced my lip this weekend. And, it's a pain in the ass to eat this ramen.
My birthday is this Saturday.
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| How easily you give yourself away. |
[18 Nov 2005|12:48pm] |
I'm planning on getting very trashed tonight for the sake of being very trashed. That, and it's FRIDAY.
I bought two CD's, Last night:
Cursive - Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes
Elliot Smith - From A Basement On The Hill
I need to find someone. It's hard keeping this love locked up inside.
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| Let's get out of here, go far away from this place, this town. |
[17 Nov 2005|04:51pm] |
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Caught up in a life of false advertisement, I am.
I'm getting off work right now.
I'm going home to drink drink drink smoke smoke smoke my way into the next day to do it all over again.
Tomorrow is FRIDAY. Someone tell me they want to take me out for a good (non-sexual) time.
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| Locked in the cell of your heart |
[16 Nov 2005|12:26pm] |
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Ah, the Smiths are a very good band. They are like therapy when I am at work.
I can feel myself starting to change. I'm hardly the person I used to be. Maybe it's only because i'm not as depressed. Maybe that's a good thing. I just don't feel in touch with myself anymore. I don't know what i'm talking about.
I fasted yesterday.
It lasted for 4 hours.
A drinking binge inbetween.
Ended with a can of 75cent ravioli.
I told Luke i'd put that in my livejournal.
Can't wait for my birthday. Maybe this year will be one of the best. I hope the weather changes by then. It's been pretty humid lately. My sister ordered me a Joy Division and Andy Warhol shirt. I can't wait for them to arrive.
Well, I hope everyone who still uses LIVEJOURNAL is well. And, I hope some of you who have raw natural talents with musical instruments start fucking playing again.
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| Chase me mind, out of the house, up the street. |
[14 Nov 2005|12:07pm] |
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Shit.
Luke and I got a really nice sack of marijuana this weekend. It's beautiful, and sometimes i'd rather just sit and stare at it, rather than to smoke it. Until I start to sober up and i'm forced to inhale it's beauty. Really.
My birthday is coming. Everyone celebrate and give me my spankings.
Drugs and alcohol have ruined my life. I'm fatally yours.
This never makes any sense. So, i'm just going to tell you I woke up and my fat cat didn't want to eat outside. Now, he's starving inside. I hope he didn't spill the weed. If your pee is clear, there is no need to flush the toilet. I lost the intelligence, and the will to write.
A happy sort of stupid.
The weather is starting to change. Autumn season.
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| Everything swell. |
[08 Nov 2005|12:37pm] |
I rented two movies the other night. "Pecker" and "Elephant."
My birthday is coming up. The 26th. I need presents and love.
Well, all is well.
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| You love what you think you deserve. |
[02 Nov 2005|12:34pm] |
Ah, what a depressing day. My mom told me I have to spend all of my next check on bills. I feel like a fucking robot. I hate crying at work. All those bad thoughts come to my head. I was telling myself to just leave work and quit, again. Good thing I didn't. It's lunch time now, and i'm eating tomato soup. Earlier, I was looking at autotrader.com for cars because my dad might buy me a car this weekend, and my boss told me he could get me a really cheap car from his brother who owns a car dealership and goes to auctions. So, I might actually be getting a car this weekend. I'm excited.
I haven't slept well in weeks.
And, i'm finally going to therapy soon.
I've always been one to rely on some love to fill.
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| Remember when I used to make you smile? |
[31 Oct 2005|12:21pm] |
So hard to forget. I'm just pretending.
Saturday night, at my house, was fun. I was very, very intoxicated. I woke up and my house was covered in posted-notes and shredded bible.
I vomited infront of everyone.
I bought the "American Analog Set" CD last night. It's very mellow to the point where it's almost a whisper. It will make you a quiet person.
I'm at work. Another week to get that paper. I'm really tired and agravated right now. And, in need of some love. What I lack the most.
My father is coming down here this weekend. He's bringing my stereo, TV, and computer. I'm very exicted about that. I just can't seem to live without my eletronics.
Anyway.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN.
(Should have been better spent)
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[27 Oct 2005|12:40pm] |
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