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My Bed, My Toilet Seat
It's a bittersweet feeling, being back. I remember the drive back in Michael's car, and while I was crying against Dean's shoulder and he was trying to soothe me in a brotherly way by rubbing my knee, I thought to myself, "I have nothing in Canada; everybody is here."
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What It Takes to be A Post High School Slacker Success
If it were at all possible I would anal rape Netrillium and leave them naked on the sidewalk after stealing all the cash and credit cards out of their wallet. Surprisingly, though, I went browsing around for other hosts and read some terrible reviews about varied companies, so it seems that I might have settled for medium-value hosting when I ( Read more... ) -
Alas, I Know What I Want...
I've been single for so long even a calculator couldn't handle the days. That doesn't matter to me. One of these days I'll be a hopeless wreck with a messy apartment and a job that I can handle but I don't specifically enjoy. And I'll drive a shitty car to college and back, trying to save gas for only the most mandatory of occasions. The only ( Read more... ) -
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I <3 the BRMC. -
I <3 Alan Park
"Well the bad news is, after recent debates, George Bush is now a lame duck. The good news: Here comes bird flu!"
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I was cleaning the living room and I found a spider. So I picked up the nearest object, which was a box of tealight candles in terra cotta pots, and started beating the hell out of the thing ( Read more... ) -
New
I always feel odd starting fresh with a new story. I just don't want to overwhelm myself with plot and ideas, because I'm so paranoid about fucking things up.
I also hate the restrictions that Livejournal has on the amount of text that you're able to put into the "Music" space. I can't even fit the artist name and title of song into it.
