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Well, whatever.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what ( Read more... ) -
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A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises -
In other news...
<3 Heart.
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You make me sad, shooting star
I've refused to listen to any tracks from 'from a basement on the hill' until just now.
Oh.
Oh, Elliott. The way your voice breaks above such diverse and masterful layers! You wrote yourself a beautiful eulogy. -
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Everyone should stop making assumptions in every arena of their life and see how things work out. Right now. Go. -
The head is filled, the space is no longer empty
My dad just went to the hospital. Grampa is dying ( Read more... ) -
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Oh my. The earthquake. -
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Last night I went out to The Vault. Hailey invited me. Whitey was playing. I bought a cute orange cotton sundress at Value Village yesterday and I wore it with brown tights, my orange+white shoes, and my jacket. <3 Value Village. Whitey was really fun + good. The lead singer/guitarist played at the Farmer's Market and was one of the first people to ( Read more... ) -
Oh, picture fun.
Normally, too much work in PS would go into these. And I would be keeping them on private webspace. As it is, ta-dah!
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June 2004.
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I try to make a point of smiling at anyone who meets my eye
I've been getting this feeling that women at work are jealous of the size of my breasts. Some might say, 'Yeah right, how can you tell?' Elementary school, highschool, darlings. I've felt the shun of women and the gaze of men before.
So, please don't. Of all things to be jealous of me for, not that, please. Your breasts are fine. Lovely. Beautiful ( Read more... )