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lets get together on a Monday night hang out all over, everywhere in sight work on endless silly projects six years later then try spending the night theres not anything like slow love let's call me this my christian indie-pop song. |
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actually, i hate the cure. i think the best idea ever had is this concept of 'days of the week '- friday, i'm in love themed underwear. i plan to sell them outside of the concerts. question: what did i buy myself today? i also bought two 6pks of beer [sweet water blue & sierra nevada's celebration ale:  fuck yeah, it's going to be a happy holidays our wedding is friday. if you live in the atlanta area and would like to attend, please do. the spooks will be playing around 9:30/10. fuck gifts, bring booze to this kind of party.
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morning rice and frozen burrito. man, ain't this the life. are you a transsexual what does that even mean? i must admit, i hate cats. if it wouldn't break his heart, i would simply open the front door and let ziggy out. or at least accidently leave below the sink wide, with every sort of poison (caps off) around for him to get into. i need cigarettes. sweet, sweet tobaccos. "ahhh the tobaccos!" send help. my love's roommates never clean and it's driving me crazy. |
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GOD HELP ME I AM LISTENING TO ARRAH & THE FERNS AND REDUCING BACK TO 16 YEARS OF AGE. |
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with my tiny paycheck i purchased marijuana, cigarettes and payed off a debt i owed shannon. the remainder will be saved in my oats can for a new apartment for mister and i, shoes and china cups. drank too much rum last night and woke up this morning with the decision to not drink anymore, at least for a little while. too many run-ins with his ex[-es] who probably doesn't care that i exist but never the less chat it up with me while i awkwardly tower over them. being 6ft tall has its advantages, you always come off like... stop. i just remembered telling them about my studies in pharmacology. dear reader, i wish you heard the creepy giggle i let out. apparently, i'm crazy. flowers for the garbage!
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even though i knew it, my weight gain over the past year is really sinking in. nothing fits right, feels right, looks right and my fix for that is over-shopping and paying for a script of adderall to be filled. i did buy a toning & stretching ball today, but also a burrito packed full of cheese. as soon as mister and i move into a new building and away from roommates, i am going back vegan. i also hope to go back into fitness freak mode soon with the cooler weather. monday my bike will be ready to go and back into my arms. next paycheck we're fixing up the schwinn donnie & chris found in the dumpster for me too. it's going to be bike-fucking-crazy at the house, which is fine by me. i'm a teenage jerk-off.
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apparently, i am anna karina, incase anyone asks. now give me a pack of cigarettes. |
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whats left to do once you leave work because you're sick? go to last change/value village for serious mom-pants and jacket hunting.
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first: correct; it was not accepted. actually it wasn't denied either but a few days later and no post made, i can safely say it will probably not be posted at all. maybe i should have wrote a sweet little introduction with pictures of feathers, my friends and outfits- but thats not me. lies again, that is me. however i'm sick of total trash being posted in a community i used to give a damn about and difference don't matter to the general public of subculture anymore. HOW IRONIC i ate too many mushrooms last night and almost wrote an email to the ess-dog asking if he'd like to be friends. now, what kind of question is that? the email would go: "hello sir. you absolutely broke my heart after months of telling me how much you wanted to be together forever and move off to new york by the summer. whispered soft bullshit into these pierced ears then left me for cold when your ex came back around. i knew that birthday card was bad news, you didn't have to say anything and you didn't. thanks for helping me through cocaine come downs though. i don't have them anymore. WANNA BE BFFL?." god, stop me before i start trying. well enough, i turned off the laptop then put it away and cuddled up to my husband- who was having the hardest trip in awhile. thinking to myself, you're wonderful because you're beautiful. the most wonderful-beautiful safe bet i'll ever know. after the thought left my head i actually noticed how wrong it was to think that of him but in the case he ever were to ask why we were together, i would probably tell him all the many reasons then top it off with a speech on how he is the first male to appreciate me and the idea of him leaving doesn't cross my mind. |
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i will be so shocked if blackcigarette accepts this: i am a little indian. more style in a just a pinky. funky junction party, baby. did you bring the opiates this time? oh look, Mr. Huxley is here. guess my doors are open for perception and i couldn't jam one more subculture reference in this bullshit if i wanted to. on to what i know you are waiting for: obvious signs of vanity.
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oh wah oh, wah oh! oh wah oh, wah oh! oh wah oh, wah oh! oh wah oh, wah oh! i go on, flying high we play on, like the scanned crayola oh wah oh, wah oh! i'm close enough to see, oh wah oh, wah oh.. sweetest air, polluted sea oh wah oh, wah oh! oh! oh!
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right now, i need to time travel to be happy. also i need to some how work my way into either of these photos and many, many more.
or, i could just settle for being steve took's girl- 30 years ago.
OH- i'll also need the undissolved clomethiazole from this man: i miss heather.
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Sep 2 2007 dear todd- its hate parade time. hope you're dressed for the float. i probably shouldnt light a cigarette in a room that smells like gas but i'm a chance -taker, baby. its your birthday when i fucking want it to be. xo Sep 14, 2007 no words, friends. there are absolutely no words. |
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i think we could all pull for the heroes again, if we try. give it your best shots, now. i can smell a slacker from miles away and if one whiff is sniffed- it's going to be a fire brigade kind of occasion. please dress accordingly and do not forget to R.S.V.P. i'm sorry, that must of sounded crazy. what i meant to say was: but i'm too aware of my own insanity. i'm sorry, i still like you. lowingly, your silverfish
still crazy? i thought so. the only thing i'm sure is could be fact is that i'm one of the most sleepy-eyed & dreamy-headed children of the world.
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aside from going mildly crazy in an on going process taking up the past twenty years of my being, i have decided that while you are still a goldfish and i am clearly the owl-silverfish-creature-thing with wide doe eyes and a hopeless case of ennui; we could be in love someday, but you'll have bleed gun powder to impress me at this point. |
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warm days for what? this antsy itch for creation has started to bug me and i'm just staring at a computer screen. two hits of illicit substance magically crawling out from my pocket, get back in there. mother never raised a quitter and so i'll keep it on, man this is a new place and maybe in a few more walks down sinclair unlike the rest of my life |
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