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I love my rain forest of a city :)
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Is being bipolar a turn-off?
Fellas, don't you like you're women a little crazy? At worst it's good for a laugh, at best it's entertaining (and nearly overwhelming in the sexual department - we just can't get enough)! We loonies have a lot to offer. Plus most of us are hot and artistically talented. -
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i want to go to california.
if this was not june 17, 2008, i would swear it was june 17, 1998. Going to California with an aching in my heart - someone told me there's a girl out there, with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. everyone wants to go to california when they're 12. or maybe that was me. well come on puberty does that to people YOU ( Read more... ) -
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so i'm sleeping in my parents' bedroom while they're gone and i've been staring at this one particular anomaly in pure fascination ( Read more... ) -
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i know the rowboat is just a pipe dream, but does someone want to help me with it? maybe that'll make it real. and then we can take it out from coconut grove or dinner key and row past the parks and islands and hopefully find a sandbar. i'll bring my fishing pole. i don't know if i want to catch a fish though ( Read more... ) -
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i went out to water the garden around 6:45. it was pretty outside. nice weather - such a lame phrase. anyway, i noticed that the outdoor lights on our left-door neighbors house were on. they had been on all day...same with bea, who lives behind us. i noticed that a week or so ago and said something to my dad about maybe checking to see if she was ( Read more... ) -
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why were people not more surprised when they found out rurik and i were together ( Read more... ) -
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so i've had a weird few days. i've been very tired. i'm too lazy to get up and go to my room and write in my paper journal, so i'm writing this here. i probably shouldn't divulge so much here ( Read more... ) -
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i'm SO tired. just let ( Read more... ) -
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so i feel like my dreams of commercial real estate and screen printing and guitar and piano and "art" paula doesn't consider me an artist is all a big fat delusion of grandeur - i have those. it's fairly well-exhibited in my demeanor. i'm a piece of rotting dog crap.