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So much has been going on i find it difficult to catalogue and describe. things are not necessarily going backward, yet i always feel like i'm back pedaling. i'm uncomfortable, and i hate it. and adding to that, there's a knocking sound coming from directly under my room and i have no idea what it is or what it could be. time to investigate. -
So this was my Rosh Hashanah..
I woke up a Wachovia Employee, and now I'll be going to sleep a CitiGroup Employee. Weird how that works out, huh?
A few quotes that I've heard all day today,
"Are you sure I'm FDIC insured for the money I have in the bank?"
"Is it true your bank is going under?"
"El banco ha fallado?"
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life.
today, or at least what will soon be today, is the first day of fall. yesterday, the last day of summer, i spent sleeping. i woke up at about noon, installed some antiviral deal on my dad's computer, and then promptly slept till around 5:30 when Jorge walked into my room and told me about the Dolphin's game. It still bothers me that i can't get ( Read more... ) -
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everyone is so self involved right now. no one thinks in terms of groups. i wonder how many people think about how their families are feeling ( Read more... ) -
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well, let's get the pleasantries out of the way. i've been ignoring my livejournal quite a bit lately. So much so, in fact, that i've forgone all posting and have just been reading my vegan recipes and the occasional sam or elyse post. nothin serious. nothin until that anonymous post last week. which is different, let's say. i'm not too fond of ( Read more... ) -
The most interesting thing that occurred
yesterday, by far, was driving Oscar to the bus stop. We were sitting around waiting for 3:30 to come around, expecting the bus to leave at 4:30. It wasn't until about 3:15 that he actually read his ticket and realized that the bus would leave at 4. Needless to say that a rush ensued involving oscar packing all of his shit and kicking smitty out of ( Read more... ) -
My six word autobiography.
"Can't write, to save my life." -
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how can a person accuse you of being a cold-hearted, angry belligerent person. And then act in the same manner that they were just accusing you? I'll tell you how, by being an immature, spoiled, stupid piece of shit. oh yeah bitch guess who this is about? hahaha ( Read more... ) -
This Thursday, I will act this out.
He walks along the sidewalk, the one that leads away from his class, and winds down somewhere between the business building and the future. It's unusually cold today, those cold fronts just come out of nowhere, but it is always nice to wear a hoodie, he tells himself. Tony, hardly the everyman's everyman, more like the skew in the bell curve, the ( Read more... )