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[Dec. 24th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
Merry Kristiemas.
I miss you , lady. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2008|10:02 pm] |
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When did life get so real? |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 3rd, 2008|09:17 pm] |
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Life doesn't always work out the way we want it to, but it always works out the way it should. |
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| 2007 |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|12:25 pm] |
will be a good year, I just know it.
I've got good stuff going on, good people in my life and a good feeling in my tummy.
♥ |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 8th, 2006|02:21 am] |
Never in a million years would I have guessed that I could be so excited about a new toilet seat, cockroach bombs, and other random house hold items; but I am. And I think it's pretty sweet.
I like my life a lot right now.
♥ |
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| I'm sorry. I had to fuckin do it. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|12:09 am] |
The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adores me.
The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares,
When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Just getting tired of chasing the same old thing.
I wanna get hit by a big thing,
Come take me.
Come change me.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|06:47 pm] |
it's whitney's birthday, bitches.!!!!! time to get fucking drunk
love, kristie. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|11:00 am] |
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my live journal told me I had 3 friends with birthdays today, come to find out Miss Whit has three live journals. If I was an asshole, or drunk right now I would go wake her up and tell her happy birthday, but since it is her birthday I'll let her sleeep.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHITNEY! ♥ |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|01:29 am] |
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| | mel | ] |
Jane says
I'm done with Sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says I don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me
Or just
Try again tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow
Jane says
Have you seen my wig around?
I feel naked without it
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's O.K. man
She dont like them anyway
Jane says
She's goin away to spain
When she gets my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow
She gets mad
Starts to cry
She takes a swing but
She cant hit
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know
What else to do about it
Jane goes
To the store at 8:00
She walk up on St. Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket
Jane says
I've never been in love
I don't know what it is
Only knows if someone wants her
I want them if they want me
I only know they want me
She gets mad
And she starts to cry
She takes a swing man
She cant hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just dont know
What else to do about it
Jane says
Jane says
I love ash , whit and kris and these other folks.
♥
and Im totally going to see DMX! |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|07:09 pm] |
this year
I broke free on a saturday morning.
I put the pedal to the floor.
headed north on mills avenue,
and listened to the engine roar.
my broken house behind me and good things ahead,
a girl named cathy wants a little of my time.
six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking,
ahhh listen to the engine whine.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young.
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.
and then cathy showed up and we hung out.
trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes, holding hands,
twin high maintenance machines.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I drove home in the california dusk.
I could feel the alcohol inside of me.
home.
picture the look on my stepfather's face,
ready for the bad things to come.
I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway.
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear.
the scene ends badly as you might imagine,
in a cavalcade of anger and fear.
there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|12:09 am] |
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I gots to say na nay no. |
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| weekend in a nutshell |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|03:22 pm] |
Peanut butter jelly
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly,
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 2nd, 2006|02:58 am] |
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"Oh yes, we all float - and when you're down here with us, you'll float too!" |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|08:11 pm] |
The weather dude just said, "that totally rocks."
and he would be correct, no work tomorrow does in fact, "totally rock"
I wish I could financially and physically, take like 28374923874 credit hours so I could be done with school and doing something that would make me feel like this life was worth my while. Not like I want to die or anything,cause I totalllly dont, I just want to feel like I'm doing something.
This one is something a friend of mine said to me. "You have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts, kiddo." I remember it right now to the "kiddo" part. But when I think about what she said, the same thing always comes into my head. What if you can't put the pieces together in the first place? " |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|09:39 pm] |
I just woke up and I am alll alone in this house.
Maybe it's the whole only child thing, but man, I hate to be alone. Ash is working and I cant get a hold of Whit. Luckily for me, kris is coming to my rescue. What a gal. The cats keep making weird noises and they're kind of scaring me.
Still need to grocery shop, fuck it though. Eating is such a hassle sometimes.
Also,I'm not as nice of a person as I had originally thought I was, it's okay though, I'm not a giant asshole or anything either.
What a weird day.
♥ |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|12:31 am] |
I remember the night we met,
That night we sat entwined,
Under summer skies,
I looked into your eyes,
And you looked into mine.
You said "You're not like the rest",
And I nodded.
"No one understands me" you said,
And I nodded once again as if to agree,
That all men are indeed the same,
Somehow, you say, I was different.
For months on end I maintained a veneer of sincere interest,
As if I was listening as you relived every page of self-help and new age that you'd read,
And I went in for the kill,
I'd read the same books,
I learned to ape the motions of a sensitive human being,
And we were oh so happy,
But you found things to fix,
And I knew it was time to move on.
So now you have me completely figured out,
You feel sorry for me,
I can't express my feelings,
I can't tell the truth,
We are all alike,
At puberty I was sworn to secrecy by the international brotherhood of lying fickle males,
I can't tell you anything,
And I can't commit,
You're right,
I can't commit............to you.
I will always treasure our time together,
I don't feel enough of anything to harbour the kind of disdain that you'll maintain,
You painted me into what you wanted to see,
That's fine,
But you will never know me.
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William Shatner's voice makes everything sweet.
I am very grateful for awesome ex-boyfriends and their mixed cd's. On the same note I dont want to think about dating anyone again till like mid way through next year and we're not even sure about that yet.
Someones got a birthday coming up.
I think pretty soon i'm going to qualify for medicare or some shit.
Fuck, I'm getting old.
♥ |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|10:29 pm] |
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tonight I discovered that I have the sweetest Mom ever. and I miss my rommies. |
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| thanks for playing belle and sebas for us. |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|12:34 am] |
I wrote a letter on a nothing day I asked somebody “Could
you send my letter away?”“You are too young to put all of
your hopes in just one envelope” I said goodbye to someone
that I loveIt’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of
usAnd it was hardLike coming off the pills that you
take to stay happySomeone above has seen me do alright Someone above is looking with a tender eye Upon her face,
you may think you’re alone but you may think again If I
could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy They’d
write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes On
second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there with my best
friend If she wants me And far away somebody
read the letterHe condescends to read the words I wrote
about him And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius
deserves For all his curious nerve and his passionI’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy Things fall
apart, I don’t know why we bother at all But life is good
and “It’s always worth living at least for a while”If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my
ashesOn second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there
with my best friend If she wants meIf you
think to yourself “What should I do now?”Then take the
baton, girl, you better run with it There is no point in
standing in the past cause it’s over and done with I
took a book and went into the forest I climbed the hill, I
wanted to look down on you But all I saw was twenty miles
of wilderness so I went home |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|09:31 pm] |
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I love these two jerks that I live with so much. |
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| sometimes I feel this way, not in this many words but quite a few.I've never been too good at this. |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
Every morning when I wake up I feel:
a) kind of gross
b) reluctant to get out of bed because I can’t think of what to do once I am out there.
c) like I wish I could cry.
d) like I wish that I could cry so much that I would almost welcome someone to come punch me in the face, so that it would finally happen.
e) like if I lay still enough, my molecules will be able to feel a ghost.
f) uncertain about whether or not I want to feel a ghost.
g) like if I lay still enough I will be able to feel a bomb.
h) afraid that I wouldn’t be able to relate to anybody anymore if I were lucid about things like bombs.
i) in particular, bombs that have gone off in the past.
j) in particular, nuclear bombs.
k) in particular, nuclear bombs that have been detonated by the country, of which I am a citizen.
l) in particular, ones that were set off in cities where people lived.
m) caught in debate about whether I should aim for 8 hours or 10 hours of sleep, and curious about whether those 2 extra hours would be better spent “getting things done” or “remaining calm in a state of dormant meditation”
n) a little worried about paying the rent. |
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