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[05 Dec 2003|07:33pm] |
So I've noticed that more than half the people that list me as a friend on this journal, (...which I thought I had mentioned I was done with...), never added my new one.
So I'm assuming two things:...
1. Those people didn't bother reading that entry...
2. Those people didn't bother reading any entries, period.
Sounds like it's about time to start weeding through the friend list.
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[04 Nov 2003|05:05am] |
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Opeth once again... |
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I'm moving on to a new journal.
If anybody's interested in what I'm up to, here's the new one:
 krissypissy.
Yep.
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| Saying goodbye to Nermal... |
[04 Nov 2003|12:28am] |
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"April Ethereal" - Opeth |
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I'm selling my 1990 4-Door Jetta GL, a.k.a. "Nermal".
He's a silver 5-speed manual transmission with cute round euro-headlights.
I'm not quite sure how much yet...
I'll figure it out if I find people that are interested...
but it needs to be enough for a down-payment on a newer used car.
Inquire within.
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| Test Driving! |
[03 Nov 2003|05:21pm] |
So, I went with Val to Wiscasset Ford today.
We test drove a 2001 Saturn SL.
Actually, I had her drive it first, 'cause I was all nervous I wouldn't be able to drive it...but eventually I took over.
Boy was it was wacky!
This car drove way different than my Jetta.
I barely touched the clutch and the car fucking went flying!
Holy shit!
I want this car!
$5,495 for a 2001 with 35,000 miles.
Damnit!
The only thing that bothers me is how easy it is to drive.
At least with my car I feel like I'm driving a standard.
This Saturn is like, crazy...I might as well have an automatic.
But I still want it!
I'm done.
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| Jump jive and wail... |
[29 Oct 2003|12:05pm] |
I hate the whole getting-ready-for-work part of my day.
Especially when everyone else is asleep.
Argh.
Today Bill and I are having our company pictures taken.
I'm testing out faces in the mirror as to prevent the typical upside-down smirk that I always manage to do in every picture.
Agh....I don't want to get ready.
It's such a pain in the ass, going through the same little ritual.
Where's my Jetson's home when I need it?
Anyhoo, I get paid Friday.
Thank god...I've been poor since my last paycheck almost two weeks ago.
I'm gonna' get me some Pizza Hut stuffed crust with black olives on it.
Y.U.M.
So, my car is a giant piece of shit.
Yesterday I ended up dragging my new catalytic converter down Rt. 17 on the way to my house.
I had to walk up to Mic-Mac, already late for work, and have my Dad call Toddles to pick me up (making him late for work).
I'm looking into getting a newer, but used, car...
either a Saab, Honda, Toyota, Subaru, mayyybe another Jetta if I'm convinced it's not a shit-box, or possibly a Kia or something.
But it's going to suck balls paying rent with a car payment.
Okay, I guess I might as well go shower now.
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[22 Oct 2003|09:39pm] |
So, in a previous post, my calculations were incorrect because as of today, Jesse and I have been together for a month.
Weird.
I'm not going to use the expendable003@hotmail.com email anymore...
any mail heading my way should go to kissymefaye@hotmail.com
Tra la la.
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[21 Oct 2003|02:40pm] |
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NOTHING...IT'S SO SLOW |
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It's very slow at work today.
I signed up on the go-home-early list...
hopefully they'll let me go...
'cause I'm a slack-ass and need to finish painting my room.
And now for something completely off subject:
Cassiekins:
I got home late last night and didn't dare call!
I'm at work and writing you an email!
If I get out of work before 10 p.m., I'll call you!
P.S. Give Gabe a "Congratulations!" hug for me!
I'm just so fucking bored here.
Argh.
My boy is going to the Slayer/Hatebreed concert.
He's all excited.
He loves death metal.
This cracks me up.
jdslfjaiofje
death.
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| HAHA! |
[19 Oct 2003|07:48pm] |
Sooo, last night Shakiki and I painted my room.
At one point, she got some paint on something, and scanned the room for something to wipe it off with.
What does she grab?
A towel...
and AFTER she wipes her hands off with it, she asks what the towel was for...
I look over to see that she has the towel that Jesse (her brother) and I had in the room...
for a certain reason.
I think it took about .2 seconds for me to completely lose it.
Eventually Jesse runs in to see what was going on 'cause I'm so loud.
I'm stooped over, pointing at the towel for him to see and he cracks up laughing too.
Shakira figures out what it is, screams and throws it across the room.
Heh heh heh.
The-end.
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| My boy is sweet! |
[17 Oct 2003|07:40pm] |
He flipped, vaccuumed, and made the bed in my room at Shakiki's so I could lay down, since I was half in the bag.
So, that was sweet-thing #1.
Sweet-thing #2:
Earlier tonight he asked if I was coming over.
I really wasn't sure if I was going to, 'cause my car is being fixed tomorrow and I didn't know if I needed to be around at a certain time or anything...so I told him that.
His response:
"But I made you chili..."
He made me CHILI!
Y.U.M.!
Since we've been together, he hasn't cooked shit...and then he goes and makes me chili.
Looks like I'm going to Bristol tonight!
What a sweetie!
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| I'm poor. |
[15 Oct 2003|01:39pm] |
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CRAMPS! |
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...my brother on a call... |
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So it's rather slow at work, and I noticed I've failed to really "update" on what's been going on...so here's a short-but-sweet briefing...:
--- Nermal-car needs a catalytic converter.
He's been parked since Saturday.
He sounds like a diesel truck, and is very exhaust-stinky.
Ew.
--- I've been seeing Shakiki's brother Jesse for about two weeks now.
--- I'm moving in with Shakiki and Chuckleberry, probably in a week or so.
Welp, those are the basics.
I'm really poor right now.
Like, I have $20.00 in my account...and that's it.
My dad's truck fucking inhales gas...it sucks.
My check is going to be gone before I even put the money in my wallet.
I need to save $150.00 for my car...
and then $250.00 for rent...
and $50.00 for my insurance...
how in hell am I going to do this?
Ick.
Okay, that's all for now.
I need to smoke.
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| blah |
[14 Oct 2003|01:29pm] |
I'm at work.
I'm kinda' sad.
I feel like I'm not really getting anywhere that I want to be.
I don't know.
Things need to change.
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| ow. |
[07 Oct 2003|06:49pm] |
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Val on the phone |
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So, I'm at work.
I can't wait until 8 p.m. so I can get out of here and go play.
I just recently gauged my tongue to an 8.
OW.
I'm having trouble doing my job.
My tongue is all swollen.
Wee.
So yeah, Fryeburg was way fun.
Jesse tried to win me a stuffed Garfield but missed on the second shot every time.
Ah well.
I got a huge bling-blingin' mood ring.
It's crazy.
I may be moving in with Shakiki and Chuckleberry.
I mean, c'mon...$250 a month to live in a house with fun people and 6 minutes away from Jesse?
...gee, let me think...
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| Jesse... |
[30 Sep 2003|05:08am] |
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snores really loud...
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[27 Sep 2003|12:30pm] |
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"rust in peace...polaris" - Megadeth |
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I'm happy-like!
yee.
I'm going to the Fryeburg Fair on Wednesday and Thursday!
I've got four days off next week, it's craby craby stuff!
weeeoweeeeo!
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| woooooooo |
[16 Sep 2003|10:16pm] |
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talkey talkey-ing and clickey clickey-ing... |
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soo...
the work crush likes me too.
oh baby.
I went to his apartment at 1:30 p.m. yesterday, and got home today at 2 p.m.
a lot of stuff happened in that block of time. <--- not that kind of stuff, pervs...--->
so much, infact, that it seems like it should have been a week, rather than one day.
anyhow...then there's the Augusta guy...
and now Shakiki's brother Jesse wants to meet me.
what in hell is going on?
why does this all happen at once.
I hate that shite.
yargh.
anyhoo...
I'm super-ragging.
death.
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[14 Sep 2003|05:43am] |
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"take no prisioners" - megadeth |
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I'm kinda' all over the place emotionally right now.
It sucks.
I hate being overwhelmingly sad and not knowing why.
And then to top it off, I can't help but be tremendously pessimistic about everything...
especially since I have not gotten any email replies or anything.
Yargh.
Last night I clocked out at midnight, and hung out on the back porch of work, chain-smoking, and talking about nintendo games and horror movies with Shakiki and Chuck.
We then decided, two hours later, that it was too cold, and hung out in our cars in the Irving parking lot, talking and chain-smoking for two more hours.
I got home around 4:30 a.m. or so.
It was fun though.
But I'm out of smokes...
and that's not going to be cool tomorrow.
Just being at work makes me want to smoke.
I feel so blah.
Blah!
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[10 Sep 2003|10:03pm] |
soooo...
I've got another work crush.
I gotta' stop this.
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[08 Sep 2003|02:31am] |
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"101 North" - Tomahawk |
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I got hit by a deer about an hour ago.
how ironic.
so long to my grill.
it's a good thing I got that new one on ebay.
my lights are "toast".
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| road to nowhere |
[05 Sep 2003|03:21am] |
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"desert search for techno allah" - mr. bungle |
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As of about three hours ago, I've been seriously contemplating leaving.
I just need to talk it over with my mum and stepdad before I commit to it full force, and then I'm going to put things into action.
I talked to Andy about it earlier, and got rather emotional trying to explain/dissect my thoughts and feelings.
I was all optimistic that if I got a job, I'd stop feeling so...grey...but it's like déjà vu...I'm back where I was in the first place.
Something's got to change.
I do need to think about things, but I know I definitely want to do this.
As far as my belongings go, the majority of my shit is in boxes anyway, due to my OCD with being organized and keeping things tidy...
but then there's my family....
more or less, my Gram, who is old and not doing so well...
and my Vester-cat.
This is hard, 'cause I really need a change of lifestyle.
But before I do anything, I'm definitely going to need to get my clutch replaced, 'cause I really don't want to put my clutch through 12-17 straight hours of torture...
especially since I've never done driving like I will be doing if I go through with this.
I've never driven to Portland, let alone Virginia.
But anyhow, as of tomorrow, I'm opening up a checking account and am going to save $200.00 from every check.
We'll see how this goes.
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| I'm bored. bored bored bored bored bored... |
[03 Sep 2003|11:41pm] |
So, here I slouch at work...
I had a nine hour day and only five hours of sleep.
But I don't think I'm tired.
I don't know.
Anyhow...I've been looking at DeLoreans on ebay for the past few hours.
They have some in there for like, $5,000 and stuff...
but they must be crappy, right?
Right!
Anyhoo...
Nermal-car is anxiously awaiting his new "glasses"/front-end with the four "eyes"/lights...(haha I'm witty)
I don't know if it's shown up yet today or not, and I'm trying not to think about it 'cause I'll just disappoint myself when I go home and it's not there.
I don't really have much to talk about.
I'm so fucking bored.
Nobody's emailing me.
It's like, everytime it's busy, I get email...
and then when it's like, dragging along like a dog with shit on it's ass, I get nothing.
NOTHING!....
ARRRrrrrrggggghhhhh.
So, my brother Toddles is getting married this Saturday.
Eddie's wedding was two Saturdays ago.
It was pretty fun.
I was stuck in my stupid dress the whole time, 'cause I forgot to bring my clothes.
Blargh.
I got some new Vans a couple days ago.
They're all black with a pink stripe down the side...
and Andy convinced me to get them, yet I hardly wear them at all.
I felt like a traitor to my poor little Simples.
So I think I'm going to buy a new pair of Simples too, 'cause I like 'em better.
I feel like Quasimodo.
I need to sit up.
The cute little "Taction Cat" came out during my lunch and was crawling up on my chest.
What a cutie.
Time to go.
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