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| 01:47am 26/05/2005 |
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beach house laundry fragrance got in my shoes.
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| 09:24pm 17/01/2005 |
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I hate college. FRIENDS ONLY
comment to be added i guess, but if i don't know you i won't add you. |
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| 01:38pm 17/01/2005 |
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the death toll soars.
soars. |
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| 02:18pm 16/01/2005 |
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a few days of lying and listening. i wonder to myself, "is this deep?"
i like having conversations and fun with friends until the sun starts her painting but i'd like even more if my heart didn't hurt so bad. |
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| 10:48pm 12/01/2005 |
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i fall back onto the puzzle, jostling to fit.
i want my lover next to me... |
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| 11:52am 11/01/2005 |
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i cut my hand on a broken dish when reaching for a spoon. it shattered and was swept around in scalding-hot water leaving radials of broken ceramic. i was staring and bleeding all over the cutlery. |
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| 11:43pm 10/01/2005 |
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Brandeis lies waiting like that townie friend at the grocery store. the one you hate running into but he's always between you and the apples.
lying on the dirt the air is killing-cold. i do not feel it. the beauty of this place warms me. i'll never understand my friends who aren't amazed by the death-trap that we grew up in, that we know how to survive in.
i did not miss them. |
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| 02:22am 06/01/2005 |
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i rolled down the window just to be sure
that color.
surely not blue
definitely not pink
and permeating the sky without break for sunset or night
lavender haze sprouted purple clouds
i pulled over
the sky was violet and
my camera was out of batteries.
(and as quickly as i could drive home it was gone)
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driving in the dark
bad roads, worse music
for the 9817234th time that night i decided that i wanted him in my life forever. |
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| 04:36pm 01/01/2005 |
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YAY! I HAVE A TATTOO!
no, it didn't hurt. seriously, not at all. kinda felt like getting a buzzcut (and yes, i do know what that feels like). It bled a little in my sock, and there was nasty inky snot all over it this morning. Now it's a bit dry and rough...kinda odd.
Kirk and the buzzy machine
outline and a bit done
Huzzah! I am ravenized!
I am quite happy, it looks spastacular on my ankle. I was gonna put it on my shoulder, but i'm saving that for a bigger project, and it goes better with the whole roots/alaska/leaving thing. you know. |
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| 07:30am 31/12/2004 |
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i feel like i've dropped a teacup and it is now blaming itself for being cracked.
doubly-guilty. don't cry, teacup-boy, i'll tape you up and love you forever on my mantle... |
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| 02:56am 28/12/2004 |
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i am broken. |
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| 08:29pm 25/12/2004 |
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Gingerbread-stealer. Little buttface made sex on my new socks, too.
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| 04:20am 25/12/2004 |
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Happy Birthday, Jesus!
I got a fluffy pillow so far, and two sweaters that i don't really care for, but they're soft. Jade opened a present and seemed more interesting in crawling in the paper than the happy jingle swing. Oh, and i have some Winnie-the-Pooh stickers.
My dad didn't seem too enthused with the Hillel shot glass i got him, and he gave me an extra present for my mom that just had my name on it, unless he figured I'm really fond of caviar (bleeecch) |
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| 08:00am 23/12/2004 |
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Oh memes, so oddly fitting in there generalizations. but this one was pretty spot on (i hope.)
What Will baristaside Get ?
| Xmas pressie predictor | | Big wooly jumper knitted by | xmetal_juliet | | Pair of Socks from | abrandeisross | | Bottle of Whiskey from | totherescue | | Cd from | raspberry_smile | | Something Cuddly from | nosiridonlikeit | | Something Intoxicating from | __twitterpated | | Something Silly from | michichu | | Something Funny from | fire_party | | Lump of coal from | skindiver | | Something Pretty from | alecks | | Something Shiny from | parallax_error | | Something Naughty from | nahamu | | Something Smelly from | peoplesyak | | Something Breakable from | fullymanual | | Something Useful from | flowerviolence | | Something not useful from | oooimperfection | | The Black and Decker Tool Kit from | glenbae | | Livejournal account from | karosineperfume | | The Make-up Bag from | walkinglips | | Stack of DVDs from | vincentdheart | | Something Geeky from | canonical_tom |
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| 05:55am 23/12/2004 |
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I had interesting conversations today.
I <3 my psychologist
Doc: "So all you have to do is get a fuck-buddy, become a crack addict, and not give a shit about anyone and you'll be popular!"
me: "I'm fucked, right?"
Doc: "Haha! Let me lend you my Feng Shui book."
and then with Tina the Mormon PA at my dad's office
Tina: "My son just came home from dance school in LA, he couldn't handle it."
Me: "What was wrong? Besides it not being Alaska and all."
Tina: "Well, Andy Dick is a bisexual."
Me: "Wha?"
Tina: "Yea, Andy Dick stalked him. Even offered him a thousand dollars to come live in his house."
Me: "He's got a nice house tho, I saw it on Trading Spaces."
Tina: "Yea, and getting paid to recieve blowjobs isn't so bad, but my son is too hetero." |
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| 11:53am 22/12/2004 |
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I'm home. Party central? |
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| 03:29am 21/12/2004 |
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i should be back by tomorrow afternoon, lovelies.
much gratuitous hugging and leg-clamping to ensue. |
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| 02:47pm 20/12/2004 |
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Ah fuck...
My plane was cancelled due to the snow. so instead of being on my way home right now, I have to spend another shitty night at Brandeis.
I don't know whether to cry at how fucking badly I needed to sleep in my real bed tonight, or just punch the shit out of all the crap in my room in frustration. Punching is probably healthier. |
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| 01:40pm 19/12/2004 |
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HAPPY HANNAKOOGEMAS! or Chrismukkazaastice, or Jesus Day, whichever you like.
I have a tree.
( People were good lately ) |
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| 04:24pm 18/12/2004 |
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last night was a long night.
writing scrawled on my arms. furious short blue lines on the underside of my right arm, bad Left-handed writing THE UNMARKED (lines) HATE (lines) DEATH (lines) Do I feel?
screamed the frustration of an evening. writing is the new cutting.
I awoke in Lee's bed, to find that I had ovulated. Is fertility a comfort? |
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