worked today ( Read more... )

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lost starts tonight.

i totally didnt know that.

thank heavens for eljay.

im rockin the NYCMS pride today.
and i look cute too.

homecoming is this weekend.
tamara is coming!
we are gonna get crunk.
its gonna be amazing.
im stoked.

weird people today.
weird day today.

ill be ready
forever and always
im always here.

oh life.
oh life.

so
i fucking
hate
drunk sloppy bitches.
and i find
that mostly
the drunk sloppy bitches
are lower classmen
ie: frehsman and sophomores
who cant hold their fuckin liquor.
or, who dont know
how much they can drink
without becoming
drunk sloppy bitches.
and then their roomates
who dont help out at all
which leaves other
more responsible people
at the party,
ie: me and ( Read more... )

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Hands Open by Snow Patrol

It's hard to argue when
you won't stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves and it
keeps digging my own grave with my

Hands open, and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
That your heart opens

Why would I sabotage
the best thing that I have
Well, it makes it easier to know
exactly what I want with my...

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T I M E L ES S - L O V E

1. Do you like anyone: i don't think so.
2. Do they know it?: no?
3. Simple or complicated?: i always make it complicated.

IN - T H E - L A S T - M O N T H - H A V E - Y O U

4. Had sex: yes
5. Bought something: oui.
7. Been hugged: uh huh.
8. Felt stupid: a little everyday.
9. Talked to an ex: god yes.
10. Missed someone: i try not ( Read more... )

in the
quiet moments
my heart broken a little.
just like four
months ago.

"Do you have any answers for me? He said he feels like I'm using England as an easy out, which is creepy becuase I've described it to others as such. I need answers. Forget the meaning of life. Tell me what to do in the next six months. peaceinga." - An excerpt from Inga's journal, dated November 28, 2005.

i suppose some things never change, huh?

i am ridiuclous.
hear me roar.

i shouldn't have problems
yet i do.

i sometimes think
that i create them for myself.

maybe i really should
just forget about him altogether.

somehow i believe
that would make it so much easier.

just pretend he doesn't exisit.

but, oh, he does.