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a lot has changed,
but i am moving on and growing up, like always! (but still always being the tinkerbelle/peterpan) i have accumulated four really cute guinea pigs named franz louie petey and bettie. today for the first time in almost 5 years my parents and i were together as a family, happy peaceful and normal like it used to be. we went for a walk, my parents ten steps ahead of me like always talking about who knows what, happy things pretty things good things and i was in a sense of shock and awe at scar that had healed in front of me. the loss of my family has been the hardest thing i've ever experienced, and i gave up on the idea of love and had truly felt a void for real. a lot of bad shit has happened and a lot of wisdom has been attained because of all of it. for awhile i thought it was frank that i was so fucked up over but he was only a part of the giant picture because frankie is truly part of my family. last night he sat next to me with an odd look in his eyes and i wonder what goes thru his head these days. he too has grown up and become so wonderful and smart and I am so proud of him. now we're brothers. i've collected a lot of negativity and negative people that i've felt obligated to fix but i can't fix them, only they can so i'm trying to gently let down the downers and move on and build myself anew and strong. all of my friends have grown up to be beautiful and handsome, successful and talented. i am surrounded by so many amazing people always.
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[16 Jan 2009|07:51am] |
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every time I am in mexico, a plane crashes in New York (the day before I leave)
c'est la vie
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[02 May 2008|10:49am] |
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california gold country, here I come.
(then back to tokyo!!)
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[20 Mar 2008|08:57am] |
things i don't understand:
scene queens
when people don't want to use condoms
my father
my mother
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[22 Dec 2007|01:17pm] |
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should a i get:
a. chinchilla
b. rat
c. guinea pig
d. degu
opinions on what kind of pet i should get are highly appreciated
thankyou
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[18 Oct 2007|08:27pm] |
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i don't understand why i am an undesireable girl.
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[05 May 2007|02:06pm] |
auf wiedersen! au bientot!
what a silly time of life
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[19 Apr 2007|10:19am] |
Pushing thru the market
square
so many mothers sighing
News had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us
earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got
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[09 Feb 2007|01:29pm] |
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omg yarnbaby omg omg omg omgomg yarnbaby
sometimes i wish i could get paid for doing nothing and just be crazy and weird all the time and have a crazy sleep schedule and travel and paint and take pictures and act and be with my beloved friends and party and throw parties and try acid and have it be springtime ALWAYS
and live in a giant treehouse
YES.
that is what I want in life. i want to take pictures of me and of you. and i want to fashion illustrate CRAAAAAZY THINGS and paint wacko arts. experiment. travel. read. learn. create. springtime warmth. flowers. TREEHOUSE. FRIENDS. LOVE. LIFE.
YES!
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[30 Jan 2007|09:15pm] |
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i am not as crazy anymore and i'm sorry if i bothered anyone.
i forgot i said i would host nc17 this thursday. i have no desire to go out! i have a ton of creativity suddenly. my mom cures everything. but i am okay to be back in nyc. things are sort of looking up? frog is moving in, andrew is moving out. ariel moved in. our house is going to be real silly, but fun, i hope. and now i am going to heidi's to see the pitch.....hmmmm
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[18 Jan 2007|02:29pm] |
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[26 Jun 2006|09:50am] |
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last night i dreamt i was in a parking lot with jimi and jess, in a car. they were leaving to go visit jess's parents (or was it jimi's? it was jimi's.) in some tropical island. I wanted to go and I was hugging jimi goodbye and jess was being angry and yelling at him. then they decided to take me....so we got on this plane, which i barely remember, and then we got in another car and drove past recognizable graffiti names on the tropical highway. Jimi told me this island was a hotspot for ny graff artists to come down and paint. they were both being exclusive and mean to me...and I was like "well why did you take me along then?" and jimi was nice here and there but i knew it was lies. so we got to this beach house and it was dark outside, right on the beach. there were lots of other weird people we knew floating around (dj jess specifically) but no one I was really superclose friends with. I was in some little girls dress, and it was sort of short and I had no luggage - i had just gone to this island with them completely unprepared. no contact solution, money, nothing.
they were still being mean, exclusive...i felt miserable and unwanted. unloved. etc. so i took off my shoes and ran away outside onto the beach. i looked behind and saw jimi smiling and following and jess being like "excuse me you can't do that" and i ran along the beach. it sparkled so intensely...and then i realised it was covered in pearls. a lot of them were half formed, and i crouched down and was searching for a fully formed pearl to give to jimi. i found one, but then i realised it had a couple of holes in it. i showed it to dj jess who was walking along the beach as well....he smiled his weird jess smile and i continued running along the beach in the moonlight (although the sunrise was starting to show on the horizon of the ocean) and the beach was very seaweed farther away from the water...i must go to the beach obviously. i must take the Q to coney island.
anyways. i came across another house with all these strangers, ghetto boys, playing playstation or something on a couch in the den area on the beach. jimi was there....and he and jess were continually being mean to me and having inside jokes and then i just began to cry. i couldnt escape. at least i had the beach. then my dad woke me up by calling.
i'm quitting the internet. i hate it. goodbye.
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[20 Jun 2006|01:25pm] |
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The apartment hunt continues. Tomorrow I delve into work, and go to Nouveau with Sinead, and possibly Jimi, the flake. Jess and I...we will never be again. Although never say never, I suppose...
Whatever.
K is back in my life. Surreal, no? Twas my own decision, and the battlefield is put to rest, whereas rather we are joyfully picnicing(vegan of course, haha) than viciously fighting in said field.
One leaves, the other re-enters. Such is life. I just want to move on.
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| i wish i was beautiful |
[13 Jun 2006|07:15am] |
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uhhhhh that was so awkward. ghetto oakwood graduation party at julia cox's. beki and i made a goal to make out with someone and we oddly accomplished it with phil....even though he then used us to get to katie but whatever hahah. that was so weird...i kind of want to forget it happened so i could be his friend and nothing else and not think about it and ew weird. why do all boys always want katie love? i'm jealous. i wish i had that power of beauty and coolness over the opposite sex
but phil??!?!?!?! whyyy did we do that?!?!?! oh well
it kind of just makes me want to give up on boys all together and let them approach me because i just feel ugly and dirty now. no boys ever like me. people say i deserve better but how can i get better if i can only get mostly ugly boys and very rarely at that? pretty gets pretty ugly gets ugly. i think i've come to terms that i'm not a very pretty person except with my personality. jimi always implied that too. ugh i'm hideous. i am. i'm so awkward and chubby looking with shitty facial features. i really wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world but i am so not at all and that sucks. worst thing is no plastic surgery could ever fix it
it's seven in the fucking morning ugh.
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let down #349573489763
i guess he really didn't care about me after all. it would have been better to have just said it bluntly rather than making me wait so long.
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[05 Jun 2006|08:53pm] |
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everyone wants their own slice of fame it seems
i never want to achieve that by reality tv or anything of that sort. i guess i don't want fame
i guess i want to be an Icon. but there are so many of them these days. perhaps extreme anonymity is what i want. i suppose it's too late
i'd rather create something beautiful that no one has seen before. what a difficult task in today's overloaded world. i want to be bigger than an icon..
i will be.
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[04 Jun 2006|08:51pm] |
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there is a layer of filth on my face,
glitter stuck to my chest, my cheeks, my eyes from the past night's revelries.
merlin sans wig and glasses, a beautiful sight
rosa, whom i was skeptical of at first, but now I really like her. spoiled, yes, but really sweet and wonderful. i enjoy her. we are family..merlin's family...
bubble tea adventures
and of course,
JOSH.
( jimi drama gross )
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[03 Jun 2006|10:48am] |
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[30 May 2006|11:34pm] |
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Today I woke up, slightly burnt from one hit and sticky from days and days of not being in my own bed. The sun poured through the windows of Iyla's house, only adding to the stickiness I was in and the discomfort and sadness that plagued my thoughts. It was true, I had been played, and it was true, I meant nothing to this boy, and it was true, he was Gone from my Life. And, it was true, I had gotten my friend Jess back, I think. This fact alone gives me hope and happiness - I can only hope the same for her. She has had a rough time with boys, especially this one, and I too, have had a rough and painful time with this one. Only Josh and Katie know the full extent of my sadness and confusion.
On sunday night I was Lady Liberty (now with an official BSL name!!), decked out in ghetto glory and pyschosises in my brain and pyschos following my lead. I was a product of the mind of a madman, perhaps genius, mostly mad, mostly coked out and I was mostly in love with him. We floated into the most beautiful party I had seen - black and white, decadence and pure fun and dancing, but we didn't dance, we just existed for the pure fact of controversy and madness. I saw her, side pony tail and we avoided each other. Fun was to be had, whispered words of truth into Kelso's ear and that was it, it was over then. But this was a blessing in disguise. From there, Jessica and I found the truth and found each other and dumped the one bad thing in our lives - Jimi. It was over and we spent our motherfucker talking in a corner outside, constantly harrassed by various clubkids and photographers. You could see the anger and you could see the pain rising around us. Together we left, and I saw him for the last time in person, in the corner talking to girls, to anyone that would listen to his insanity and insecurity. I looked like a sea hag and she was beautiful, drained and we were both ready to pass out. The heat warped our minds and words flew and we were JESS AND ANNA once more. We shook, words faltered but tears did not come - shock was the name of the game and we were sleepless on 14th street. I left her, sun rising and I made my way back to my closed school - a depressing and lonely sight. I was in shock and I shook, through dawn and the colours changed in the sky to bright day blue. In a sleepless mess, I left for the bus back to the country. I was empty, emotionally...I had not eaten but I had no hunger. Get me away from Rockland County, Nyack...get me away from NYC and get me somewhere safe. Now I am alone, except for my beautiful friends. I was a sleepless zombie, heavy heartbeats and heaving breaths, pale skin and malnourished, malrested body. Sad eyes. Dead eyes. I was used, and everything I thought was true was a lie. Yes, we were never officially together, but that doesn't stop how much I felt for him and how painful it is. I thought he felt for me as much as I did for him. He is exactly like K.
I was took to a picnic, with beautiful food and wonderful people. We swam afterwards and played at Iylas house. I proceeded to begin to forget and eat goat cheese and peanutbutter...
Today I flew through ultimate sadness, loneliness, total numbness to bitter violent rage, to missing his smile, his eyes, his humour, his everything but realizing his everything was only a giant LIE and thus I flew back to the bitter violent rage, and then back into the numbing loneliness and pure sad pain.
at least there is chinese food and beki, and talking to Jess on the phone....I wonder if its bad that I'm calling her...if she doesnt want me to....I dont know...I want to make sure she is okay. I guess I shouldnt be so insecure and just call her nonetheless.
I would like to find a boyfriend, someone not crazy and clingy, but someone loyal and trustworthy. Someone I completely connect with. I want that beautiful, rushing, exciting PASSIONATE feeling of being in love. I love being alone but I LOVE LOVE.
And now I have no daily Jimi, no love...there was none, anyhow. I am completely detatched and alone. It's better that way, but it's so unusual and difficult to completely cut someone out of your life so suddenly. I did the same thing with K. I still look at her journal every so often.
Eventually, I will forget, I will move on. Time heals all wounds. He is now nothing but a memory to me.
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She lay in bed all night watching the morning change
She lay in bed all night watching the colours change
She lay in bed all night watching the colours change into green and gold
The doctor told her years ago that she was ill
The doctor told her years ago to take a pill
The doctor told her years ago that she'd go blind if she wasn't careful
They let Lisa go blind
The world was at her feet and she was looking down
They let Lisa go blind
But everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, a bit temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
Beautiful
She thought it would be fun to try photography
She thought it would be fun to try pornography
She thought it would be fun to try most anything
She was tired of sleeping
They let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind
They let Lisa go blind
She's looking like a queen
But if you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be a thousand barren mothers there to talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be two hundred troubled teenagers to sit with her
And to talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
What's going on in her life
What's going on in her life
There would be a documentary on Radio 4
She made herself a pair of orthopaedic shoes
She thought it was the answer to the fashion blues
She mad herself a pair of orthopaedic shoes
But she walked with a limp
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lady liberty
blackface whiteface
LIARS
i should have listened.
jimi and i are no more. jimi and jess are no more.
JESS STAR AND I TALKED.
friends? i hope so....
im on concerta. i cant sleep. i hate. i cant sleep because of everything.
this was my motherfucker
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[21 May 2006|11:51am] |
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I had a party on friday, with many, many woodstockies and oakwoodies and ktownies and kiddies from all parts of new york state running around my property and at my studio thing. i love them all so much. this is the result:
( massive amounts of photos )
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[16 May 2006|11:42pm] |
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edit:
i hate flaky, unreliable boys who fuck with my feelings. and all my friends feelings. but not the same boy. just all of them. yes! ugh.
okay, I'm on the weighloss track again. I would ideally like to be the 120s, but I have a loooong way to go with where I am now.
This weekend is my party AND antiprom! I'm superexcited......Next week is MOTHERFUCKER and my pre-return to NYC. But I DO NOT want to move down yet. Ugh. not yet at all.
And the weekend of Motherfucker I will have a photoshoot with Nikola. YAY. and I will see JOSH and EVERYONE!
And this week is turning out to be surprisingly busy....I need to clean and prepare the cabin for my party, I need to get my hair done at SOME FUCKING POINT...I would LIKE to see fucking Jimi. He's barely called me.....yeah. well. I don't know. I want to be skinny and hot.
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[14 May 2006|10:01am] |
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well
i'm back in the loop of woodstock yet again.
i spent the day with noah and jessy, causing havoc and having adventures. i saw beki, will, katie, sal, nathan, ian, stasi, phil, bayla, alex milgrim, tyler rado...yes....I saw many a good child. we wandered the streets, trying to find rides, failing, wandering, invoking the dead and walking from woodstock to fucking jessy's house cause he had to feed his dogs. it took like an hour. we were being loud and obnoxious whilst we walked...a super shady pickup truck with cop lights on the top of it passed us, and then turned around back for us so when the truck wasn't looking at us, we dove into a nearby field and ran into some bushes. I took an immense, powerful fall into a ditch. we eventually made it to jessy's house, where we caused more chaos. we were high, but then phil and stasi picked us up and we went back to my house. we layed around for awhile, smoked a bit more, tried to watch a movie, and then had THE MOST INTENSE food run to cumbys. ugh i spent 8 bucks on bad junk food haha. oh well
i do NOT want to smoke again for awhile. if all works out, tonight i will see jimi.
i miss josh.
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[07 May 2006|07:01am] |
misshapes: polushkin, lollypops, jonah and his manservant, julian, scott, kyle, glamrockmusic!!, JASONNN FROM UPSTATE!, alfie, sinead, domino, DANADANADANA, sloane&theboy, suspenders, VIP section what?
rated x:debauchery, nudity, duch, miranda, my heidi and jeffery, michael t, theo, neumann, brendon, kariem and his gaggle of girls, endless fucking and dirtyness and making out in scenic haha, marshall!! and the lovely girlies, egg&cheese with joshface, the backroom, lipstick, bathrooms...
the fucking afterparty: beauty bar, gorgeous girlcrush Stephanie, DJ Jess, iris and her wigs, Joanna, more Kariem and his girls, boppin to fifties music, watching Jess get down like crazy, my rose, MY BELOVED MERLIN, pictures pictures, three pinups in a bathroom, promnight.
it's seven in the morning and I'm debating whether or not I should sleep. I must work on my textiles, study, pack, clean, get paint remover, paint over my walls, do a photoshoot with sinead.....yeah.
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[28 Apr 2006|09:40pm] |
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[25 Apr 2006|10:29pm] |
oh god, third entry today. LAME. ihavesomuchhomeworkiamsostressedout OH FUCKING HELL LOVE TRIANGLE OF INSANE EXTREMES EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKED UP.
i'm going to make will lytle my boyfriend. or ed schurnberger. or nobody.
sghadsklghjskl
someone send a rush delivery of oxycontin so i can overdose kthxbye.
EDIT
we are so velvet goldmine right now. I'm Curt Wilde (the emotional, angry, crazy but sweet one), Jess is Mandy (the innocent, sweet, goodtimelovin wife...wow she is Mandy to a fucking t), and Jimi is fucking BRIAN SLADE. we all know the qualities of brian slade.
ugh
such the story of my life.
i have been hanging out with josh and diana 24/7 if you have not noticed.
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[25 Apr 2006|08:50pm] |
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Jimi is just like K, the crazy cokehead exgirlfriend. Obviously not a good thing, falling head over heals in love with this guy, and fucking getting suicidally depressed about him. This is not good. He is amazing and he is TERRIBLE. I've gotten high so many times lately to forget - the guilt, the pain, the inloveness....i was outofmymind high when he first touched me. but fucking hell i love him and i hate this and i love jess. i hate this. I've hurt myself so much over him. I need to stop this, we're all getting hurt, we're all falling apart. Jess Star, I love You. Katie Love, I love you. I need to love myself. This needs to stop. I am over it, and I love Jimi, but he is so lost - so much more lost than I and our friends around us. We don't deserve this. i fucked up so big, and tonight I might lose Jess Star as a friend forever, but tonight, I need to come clean. I need to kick my addictions. Thank goodness for Katie, Josh and Diana Knight - SERIOUS SAVIOURS.
this is the beginning of the end.
and soon,
new beginnings, for all of us.
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[23 Apr 2006|11:13am] |
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i went to frank's birthday party - i was with people who Truly, honestly loved me and I felt okay. we've experienced everything together - sadness happiness mountains singing and just beautiful good times. I forgot about everything else and I was happy. And then, all I wanted to do was talk to Jimi.
frank played the origin of love and he and that girl staci sang it together and I couldn't take it. i went into the bathroom and broke down. after that my mood changed, i cried on his shoulder and he held me like he never has before - like he was over me, which is good, but at that time, i just wanted him to hug me super tight but he didn't. and it was okay. i would be okay.
i left quickly after that, over analyzing all the changes my friends have gone through while i've been away, simultaneously over analyzing myself, yet again. Jessy has short hair, will is going away, Trevor and Zoe, Louis and that girl Emily, Frank is a HAPPY PERSON (finally), and well..everything is a bit different, a bit less innocent than when I last left it, but the sweetness and love has only grown. Still, I feel bittersweet.
I came home, called Jimi and talked to him for ten or so minutes - I have so much i wanted to talk to him about and to tell him, but he had to order some movie, and I waited and waited for him to call me back but he never did. I tried calling twice but he never picked up. In the waiting time, I cried a lot, alone. My house was empty - no pets, no sister, no father, no mother, nobody but me. The house will be gone soon, and my parents are moving onto other people. I'm moving on, but not necessarily in the right direction. I'm moving blindly through the dreamworld in which we call NEW YORK CITY! COLLEGE!and the life beyond woodstock. It is such a dreamworld - time passes so fucking fast down in that city, and I bombard myself with bad judgement and new experiences. When I come home, when I see the trees and the flowers - I wake up. I feel awake up here, but wherever I am, I am not alive. I am not living. i go from HAPPY to DEPRESSED so instantaneously. I want love, and I want it to be only for myself from one person but I don't want pyschotic love like with frank. I will never get that from Jimi - we're both too fucked up. I'm a mess, I'm NOT okay(i promise haha) and I don't know when I will be.
that being said, I fell asleep with the phone in my hand and tears in my eyes, only to wake up with the same.
( dreams )
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[18 Apr 2006|08:22am] |
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early in the morning
i have to go on a field trip
if jimi doesn't call me by friday i'll assume he's dead (i hate stuff like that)
my heart aches
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[09 Apr 2006|05:16pm] |
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jesus
everything is so disgusting and unnecessary. i hate drama, especially drama I do NOT need to be a part of. Jimi is a fucking pyscho, jess is crazy, I'm also a criminally insane pyscho and we're all crazy on different levels. there are loose screws in jimi's head and it's definitely from all that coke he did. or maybe he's just always been like that.... he does shit that isn't cool sometimes. we're all going to hell anyways
ugh WHAT EVER
I can't wait to go back to woodstock and get away from this drama couch. i can't wait to see my jessy
i am so sick of the human race
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Dear Everyone,
If I forget to sign myself off of your computer in Myspace, please do me a favour and ask my permission before you snoop around my account and check my messages. I don't mind you looking at them - there isn't anything 'bad' but it seems people are desperate to find something. Just please, ask my permission, and GLADLY I will let you snoop around my Myspace.
Thanks!
The Management
In other news:
I had an awesome night last night. Lameness at Hiro, goodtimes at Lit, and silly dancing at Stache - WITH EVERYONE! Throughout the course of the night I saw most of my friends and it was great. And I got pictures snapped so I feel accomplished.
I have this energy that I've been having a lot lately, mixed heavily with angst, in which I feel like I could murder someone (anyone really) very bloodily and feel dandy. mmm rage
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