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LiveJournal for La Diva Nicotina.
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| Tuesday, March 19th, 2002 |
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so someone found my wallet. and when i say wallet, i mean exactly that. not the contents. those are gone. they found the wallet, a bell calling card, and my expired blockbuster card. but nonetheless, this person is returning it to me this evening. i am mad thankful. however, this does of course mean i have to sit here and wait for them now, he said before 10:00 pm though hopefully. ... and im impressed with myself. i returned to barrymores on sunday, although i was still bitter at the bar altogther fer the great wallet incident. but i wasn't given much choice. my friend offered to pay fer me to get drunk and get home, debt free. and i obviously can't say no to that. ... and that is why he and i will never live together. we'd be trashed 24 hours a day. id have to buy a case of lucky lager a week. |
| Monday, March 11th, 2002 |
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fuck me in a bucket. ... well, if nothing else, i can't drink fer the next week, as ive no age of majority card, no debit card, no bus pass, no SIN card, no birth certificate, no health card. no money. ... fuck there i was at barrymores last night, in just a brilliant mood when i go to grab my wallet and oh. look at that. its gone. ... so we searched. then left and i cried. like hell. ... fuck, they wouldn't steal my cell phone. didn't even steal my make up which is worth more than my life. nope. just the wallet. christ, i would feel better if they'd at least stolen my cigarettes too, cos then it woulda been worth while at least. but fuck, whats my ID gonna do fer you? look at my livejournal pic. thats the same one thats on my age of majority card. how many fuckin' people look like that? .... and jeezus, people are stupid. im callin' all these offices to try and replace all the guv't shit i need, ie/sin card, birth certificate, what not and what not, and they all tell me, oh well you need two peices of id. lookit bitchface, if you had listened to what i said 35 seconds ago, you would realize i don't have TWO GODDAMN PEICES OF PHOTOFUCKIN ID. ... buts its remarkable what you can get done when you tell them you have yer police report number. ... so im fucked. looks like im gonna be chillin' in my house fer the next bit, until i get even just my age of majority back. |
| Saturday, March 9th, 2002 |
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so if this hasn't been the most unremarkable day. woke up at 8 this morning and had ignoreland call in sick fer me. gotta love that ficticious food poisioning. .... last night was fairly unremarkable as well, come to think about it. ... that kid's gonna be my new best friend though. ha. he's hardfuckin'core. ... and ya know, im really disapointed in myself. i can't believe id let one fuckin' person unnerve me so. to shake my vibe. jeezus, i couldn't even dance just cos they were standing there. thats not right. thats ridiculous. i suck. ... ah well, domestic drinking tonight. which should be good, its been a while since ive just sat at home with friends and got tanked. |
| Saturday, March 2nd, 2002 |
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so thank you galore to those who wished me well, gave me death defying hugs and offered and or did purchse me shooters. ... fuck you to those who gave me attitude (jeezus, you all know who you are), who broke nice boys hearts and to who insulted me. .... child. you slobber. ... to those who vanished, im sorry. its to hard to maintain a group that large when hopping. again soon. i promise. ... fer those whom i insulted. im sorry, but its not my fault. its yer fault if you remember me. especially my name. cos chances are kids, i won't rememeber yers. unless yer just ultra sex. in which case i may. but i may not speak to you again. .... props to ignoreland fer being punk fuckin' rock with me. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do i tell you. ... im so old i could vomit. |
| Friday, March 1st, 2002 |
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ah that was just too fuckin' good. .... i would like to say that i just saw britney. as in spears. as in the movie. .... i can quite honestly say im proud of that. cos i bet if anyones reading this, they probably haven't. ... nah man. .... i hope we didn't insult that chick who was sitting down the aisle when we laughed out loud at the "serious" moments. ya know, how it deals with real teen issues and all. ... i wish my life had such foreshadowing, then at least id know what was going to happen. "i don't know my future after this weekend..." ... well tomorrow i can pretty well predict. alcoholism. actually no, i haven't been drunk in five days, see everyone. no one thought i would do it. hell, i didn't think so either. considering i was drunk when i decided that i would give up drinking fer five days. but i did it. and even went to the drag show in between and didn't get drunk. yeah me. damn this lack of money thing. ... however, thats not to say im not high often. but im not drunk. so hopefully my liver has had time to recuperate and my gut rot has gone away. .... mmm. can't wait. start of the eve with a 40 so im drunk by the time i get to the bar and move along nicely from there. ... and i can apolagize to people fer my anti social behaviour on wednsday, but its not my fault. i wasn't drunk. too much weed. and not so friendly. .... ah. im now twenty. ive been twenty fer two hours. ... if only we'd waited 8 minutes to light that joint. .... |
| Monday, February 25th, 2002 |
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 Which My Ruin song are you? damnitt. i don't really dig this song. i find it kinda redundent and obvious. although the chorus is ok. joy. |
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jeezus, its too early. ive been up since 8:30. and i should go back to sleep. oh, how i NEED to go back to sleep, but ricki lake is on and its distracting and ive already had 3 cigarettes and now im feelin' awake. ... my labret is finally recovering i think. now my tooth hurts. ... so many ailments. .... im givin' up drinking fer five days. i started sunday, so until fryday basically, cos thats my birthday and im goin' on a bender... ... im experiencing gut rot. |
| Friday, February 22nd, 2002 |
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jeezus i need to dye my hair. and ive even got a box o black hair dye. but i really can't find the motivation to. ive been up since 7, running around, doing mad little productive things. and tanya wants to go clubbing tonight, she's even willing to pay fer my driver but. muh, it'll be up to candace. she can have the final verdict er something. and aislinn is comin' down from montreal tomorrow. .. oh, so that job interview was yet another waste of time. i didn't even get outta the goddamn car. number one, the place was in crackton, number two, it was ghetto to the max. and it was a sports bar. ... and im not the most..um...sporty person. |
| Wednesday, February 20th, 2002 |
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anyone, reading this, fer any reason, you simply must assist ignoreland and i. we're on a mission, a great life mission, to discover anything of an old kids shows, circa 80s. so far, in the title, all we've come up with is "putnams emporium" however, we realize thats missing words. it was this brilliant little show about this family that went back in time to a little emporium (general store). their grandfather ran the store, and it was the mother and her two children that went back. there was a mad scientist named ivan, i believe, who controlled the time travel machine in the closet, there was a talking moose head and really cool theme music. ... now its yer responsibilty to offer any information on this show. joy. |
| Monday, February 18th, 2002 |
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im so unproductive. i handed out three resumes today, to places which i gaurentee will not hire me. what luck. i have a job interview fer a kareoke hostess in a few days though. glee. should be strange. and useless, they won't hire me. fuck. im ultra bitch right now. too sober. tomorrow. drinking tomorrow. see, it fucks up my system, drinking fer three days straight, then a night of *complete* sobriety. my labret fuckin' kills. it got smashed into my face a few days ago (during one of the druken engagments) and since then has hurt like a bastard.. ("as opposed to when i was having it done, when it hurt like a bitch") but i have to get up early tomorrow, as i think i work at 11. and getting up at nine in the morning is painful to me. |
| Sunday, February 17th, 2002 |
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You are like a rockstar...only in Dutch. Find out what YOUR inner non-sequitur is! quiz by A.V. Phibes |
| Friday, February 15th, 2002 |
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so i had a job interview today. whatta waste of my time. it took a total of 3 minutes. 3 fuckin' minutes. jeezus. anyways, i can't exactly imagine myself as one of those chicks who sit outside dept. stores stalking people to sign up fer a credit card fer the sake of a muthafuckin' pen. someone just fuckin' employ me in something thats not telemarketing, canvessing, er anything relating to food service. im not that selective. oh, and i finally through out the majority of the 40 collection. at last count, 18 lucky lagers, 2 budwisers and two king cans. however, there are still two lying on my bedroom floor underneath a mess of clothing, how they got there ive no idea. but there they'll stay till round three of productivy hits. it happens every week and a half. thats why there were only 20 to throw out. ha. i have black nail varnish all over my hands. joy. |
| Saturday, February 9th, 2002 |
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oh. its 3:30. i just woke up. im feelin' ill as fuck. i think im getting a cold. .... |
| Friday, February 8th, 2002 |
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so ignoreland and i hosted our own little dinner party. the most productive thing thats been accomplished in days. and there was a moment of madness. but nonetheless, it was nice. classical, wine. goddamn. we made our own croutons and what not. ah. martha would be proud. domminax, tea? |
| Tuesday, February 5th, 2002 |
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so. im covered in contact solution. and water. and my socks are covered in beer. as is my carpet. and my arms are covered in tiny itchy scratches. and there are crutons and vegatable crackers on my floor. and there are eight 40's in my living room. mmm. joy. my head hurts. however. not as much as his. ha ha. smashed his head into a wall. thats pure entertainment. jeezus. thats the shit people sell tickets for. $.25. five dollah fah crack. |
| Sunday, February 3rd, 2002 |
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hmm, i had enough troubles trying to log in here, i don't know why im bothing to try and update. this typing thing is terribnly inconvenient. im inhebiriated. after waitng 2 hours for alchol. mmm. my head feels really heavy. i m looking forwatyd to lying on my bed. im not even sure as to why im inclined ot update this thing. although, the witches of eastwick, which is one of my favourite movie is on, and my buddies are upstairs watching it. im tired. sleep. water. water. tylenol. sleep. |
| Saturday, February 2nd, 2002 |
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my head is aching. -- as a side note, if people want to sleep with my friends, they'll have to take it up with my friends. not me. its nothing to do with me. foolish people. -- i have mysterious cuts and bruises all over me. its somewhat unnerving. |
| Sunday, January 20th, 2002 |
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so i must say the dancing in the new white shoes was brilliance. they're so....lovely. ah. i wanna go dancing again. now. right now. rocky on the other hand was not so. i apolagize to anyone who was subject to my terrible performance. i was ill feeling, tired, cranky, and just not in the mindset to do the show.... nor to sleep apparently. it may just be time fer the sleeping pills. joy. i have lots of beer in my fridge. |
| Friday, January 18th, 2002 |
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so i really tried to go out and be productive and do good things, but i missed the bus. and ive no patience. and i wasn't about to stand in the blowing snow fer half an hour. so im back home. muh. ah well, it gives me a chance to clean up this place. its in a state. as it generally is. |
| Thursday, January 17th, 2002 |
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i don't generally post these things on here, but this has gotta be the most accuarte tests ive done yet. i mean, the percentage seems a *little* high, but who am i to say anything, right? the joys of livin' in the hood. straight outta compton. I am 81-100% Ghetto  I am GHETTO FABULOUS. |
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LiveJournal for La Diva Nicotina.
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bored.
blah.
accomplished.
contemplative.
bitchy.
amused.
tired.
sick.
creative.
drunk.
cold.
awake.