I said I'd let you know: It was unnerving. And fun. So terribly fun.

Silly little girl.

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So I've been escaping as much as humanly possible, and it's made everything so much more tolerable. I'm reassembling my walls and regretting taking everything down. I hate that kind of red eyed rage that so rarely graces me. I can't remember ever being so angry. I took down almost everything from my walls, and my bag has marks on it from were I ( Read more... )

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1. I haven't done a quarter of the studying, nor of the school work I should've done this week.
1b. I also don't care as much as I should.
2. I was bitchy to the one person who I *slams forehead* absolutely shouldn't be for a million reasons. Arghperiodarghargh.
3. I proceeded to eat so much crap this weekend, that I should develop an ( Read more... )

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I'm feeling so inspired right now. I'm almost feeling compelled to write creatively, which is a shock, and wonderful.

I'm almost feeling like I want to help people. Truly deal with people. Meet people. It would almost be invigorating if I knew that I'm just being beautifully idealistic and dreamy, and in reality said people would probably ( Read more... )

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Have truer words ever been spoken?

Clay Aiken is ugly.

I'm frizzy.

I've actually had two, almost three, nights like before all the romancy messes stumbled upon me. I'm not sure whether it's invigorating or unnerving, but I'm sure I'll let you know.

I taste of chicken broth.

Cinnamon twisty things sound good.

Still breathing.

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P.S. Everyone writes a New Year's post.

Slut continuation, packrat infatuation, paint fumes and alcoholic stupors,
welcome to 2004.