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[18 Dec 2002|01:37am] |
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computer needs rebooting for that. |
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i'm all about the timing. lucky for me, i got in this entry at 1:37am. i happen to like that number.
my nails are growing, i cut my hair, i drink too much english breakfast tea.
i hope i fall in love with someone that i want to make babies with and nobody dies in any kind of freak accident.
my christmas list (which will all be purchased by me):
paint for the bathroom and kitchen floors cause i don't like vinyl
the bookshelf that matches the computer cart/desk i got at staples
a wardrobe/closet-type thing to put my dresses and pants in cause i don't like folding them over a hanger and my closet is the size you might trap a small child in
sheets i actually like that someone would want to sleep with me on
curtains for the seven windows in my new bedroom
a queen size headboard and mattress set
slipcovers for the couch and chair carrie's giving to me
target furniture to match the dark wood floors (dare to dream?)
cable (someday)
broadband (immediately)
new crosstrainers for volleyball so the kids don't laugh at me with my running shoes.
i think that's it. i will triumph.
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[17 Jun 2002|02:59pm] |
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it's my birthday. i'm 28. so what.
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| lovely, and raw. |
[25 Feb 2002|12:23am] |
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thunderstorms. |
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i'm happy. thank you, you.
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| must. not. sleep. at. work. |
[22 Feb 2002|03:04pm] |
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nokia 8260 ringtones. |
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my eyes are operating independently of my brain. i will them to open and they disobey. maybe sushi in five hours will perk them up.
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| pitter-pat. |
[21 Feb 2002|07:53pm] |
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fiona apple. |
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so, no bruises (volleyball or otherwise). getting a taste of real life again.
give me the first taste..
let it begin
heaven can not wait forever..
honey, just start the chase,
i'll let you win,
but you must make the endeavour..
so i appreciate the endeavour.. i'm tired, and need more sleep, but it doesn't look like i'll be getting any of that until sunday night, so i've decided to resign myself to that token of truth. and i learned how to dip last night. double-dip even.. not the nastiness that is stuffed in your lip to wreak disease, but the lovliness that is me getting spun around the dance floor and kicking an alternate leg in the air.. i prefer other ways of getting them up there, but dancing will do for now.. wish me luck again tonight. it worked last time.
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| watching. |
[20 Feb 2002|05:37pm] |
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can't quite hear it from here.. |
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i like being called petal. i'm not sure why.
so tonight, i'm looking forward to my bruises coming from volleyball, and not the events that will take place afterward. wish me luck.
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| another. |
[19 Feb 2002|10:41pm] |
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 accomplished |
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still silence |
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so i bathe in virgin juice. i guess i'm obsessed with these things. me, obsessive compulsive? meh.
Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a servant girl in the face with a pair of scissors for underperforming. Some of the red spray landed on your hands, and as you washed it off, you noticed that it left your skin fresh and young looking. From then on you were convinced that the blood of young girls was the secret to eternal youth.
Rather than killing girls outright by stabbing them or slitting their throats, you enjoy torturing them for weeks on end by pricking them with needles or prodding with sharp spikes - all to bathe in their blood. You've killed over six hundred women, all without raising a peep from the authorities.
Which Evil Criminal are You?
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| yeah. |
[19 Feb 2002|09:01pm] |
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silence |
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got the colors going for now. and a pic. oh and,
 | If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Sergei Rakhmaninov. I lived in the early Twentieth Century and was well known for my compositional, conducting, and piano skills, yet I am melancholy despite this talent. My famous works include my nearly-impossible piano concerti. Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test |
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| not yet. |
[19 Feb 2002|07:15pm] |
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not yet.
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