Have I told you how I got these scars ( Read more... )

He said YES.
We have a date on Sunday. Holy crap.

'I can't stop loving you,
I can't stop loving you,
It's all right,
It's all right,
I'll be your respirator,
I'll be your parachute.'

"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"You are."
"Me? Then where are you?"
"I'm coming... I'm coming..."

Because I have strange conversations and manage to amuse myself endlessly.

Robert,

Mark your calendar for your New Team Member Orientation with Target!

Your orientation will be held:

Date: 07/21/2008

Time: 04:00 PM

WOOHOO!

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I'd rather sell to someone I know than someone I don't. If anyone is interested, drop me a line!

R.I.P.
George Denis Patrick Carlin
May 12, 1937 - June 22, 2008
We will miss you dearly.

In tribute:
1. Shit
2. Piss
3. Fuck
4. Cunt
5. Cocksucker
6. Motherfucker
7. Tits
Also, twat.

So, this entry's friends only, a rare finding on my oft-avoided LJ ( Read more... )

Ive had an epiphany. Suddenly, I realize why my sleeping pattern suck.

I've got nothing to wake up for. No job, no school, no boyfriend... nothing. My days are meaningless.

In short, life still sucks. I'm thinking this is going to be a tough day.

I wish I believed in God. That is, I wish I strongly and unshakably had faith in some greater power.

That way, I could blame him for all this shit.

I have no car. This is old news from several months ago. Between my dad and I, we just have the van. When he works, I get shafted ( Read more... )