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and then you find yourself stoned, sitting on the bed in your underwear in your amazing house eating smores pop tarts with the boy you love more than life, while listening to tool and laughing until you pee at 10:30pm on sunday night ( Read more... ) -
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I hardly update because I fear I have nothing to say. Such is the case ( Read more... ) -
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so i'm moving. not to seattle. not to some far off place that doesn't have fucking sagebrush in the backyard. no, i'm moving about down the road a bit. the good thing.... its a house! no one attached to me on all sides ANYMORE. after a lengthy discussion with aaron, we decided it would be best to stay here for another year. mainly, for family ( Read more... ) -
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i didn't get any sleep last night. i got my hopes up too high on a house we hoped to rent in reno, only to find out things weren't as they seemed. the previous tenant had apparently built, what i've dubbed a "children's dungeon" in the basement. it was a locked little room painted in pastel blue and yellow, it had like some kind of air tight, life ( Read more... ) -
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so we are going to look at a rental house with hardwood floors on saturday. i guess i figured if i can't live in the state i want to at the moment.... uh.... i might as well have the flooring i want. or something ( Read more... ) -
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i am playing hooky today. how completely obvious, a dreary monday, and i call in sick with the original excuse (thanks honey) "uh, i've been throwing up all night ( Read more... ) -
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My sole job today consists of matching up tiny little numbers on 2 giant stacks of paper and stapling them together. I've been doing this for 2 weeks. After lunch, the numbers begin to meld together. I pass up matches. My mind wanders to another place as I flip through the stack. I stare out the window into the dirty parking lot filled with ( Read more... ) -
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shortly after my mom died, while going through her things, i came across a picture frame, the kind which you can record a short message into. the frame contained nothing, however my mom had left a simple message, "i love you, april". I found out later she had recorded that days before she passed away. I played it a lot after she died. when i moved ( Read more... ) -
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sunday nights are the worst thing ever ( Read more... ) -
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so aaron and i just arrived home from santa cruz, where we watched nine inch nails perform (for the 5th time this year)from the front row and an inch away from dead center. there were times i believed i wasn't breathing, there were times that i couldn't feel my feet on the ground, there were also times where my ribs were crushed to the point of ( Read more... )