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Was strangely down last week, were it not terribly evident by my last post... life is good though, really. Choosing to be happy has a miraculous effect on one's level of happiness, curious as that may seem. Always a skeptic, I think, well, isn't that choosing to be ignorant? If things bother you, it's probably for a reason and there's no reason ( Read more... )

Hokay, so I just realized the lyrics to The Rolling Stones' "Beast of Burden" were indeed NOT "I'll never need your big Suburban"... yesterday?! I like that song a lot, and I just now realized it's not about a giant mo-fricker of a car... granted, I never truly believed that's what the lyrics were but that's what I always went with since I was ( Read more... )

Court on Thursday didn't go as freakishly awful as expected. It could be considered a colossal waste of time (and money... boo that) almost like the first one, but my sister and I did consent to having email and phone contact with/occasionally visiting our dad when we want to. I talked to him via phone that very same night, and I was amazed at ( Read more... )

So I've been totally neglecting livejournal. As always. I write a lot initially, and then I get bored or start to feel weird about the fact that I've shared too much of my head with the cyberworld. I keep forgetting that this isn't "the cyberworld" so much as my friends; many of you are friends I've moved away from who deserve to stay moderately ( Read more... )

"purple" is probably only funny to G because he's fond of using the word purple when he doesn't want to answer a question. it could be something as simple as "yes or no?" "purple" "ok".


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wow, livejournal has been significantly pimped since my last entry. rock on with your bad self, el-jay ( Read more... )

Why does the gap between what I want to do and what I have to do seem so infinite?

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be setting up a fucking newly painted bedroom. I know it'll be a haven for me while I'm here, but it just makes this seem so solid, so much more permanent. Not to mention they're making me feel like a huge fucking moron for ( Read more... )

Amanda's obituary appeared in her hometown newspaper today. It was haunting to see; it made things more final, somehow. Her picture was in it, too. She had hair in it. I'd never seen her with hair ( Read more... )