the weekend was something like "movie, sleep, movie, eat, movie, oscars". but i think i exagerated the movie part some. the movies being ET and blade 2, which was very disapointing with it's R rating for "sex, drugs and gore".. only one made the cut, apparently, because there was no ghetto vampire sex or ghetto drug use besides some weird serum ( Read more... )

i am wearing a sweater. i am wearing your sweater. i am wearing a sweater, the chest cuts off in the shape of a heart and once in a while i will pin it to my sleeve and nudge my shoulder toward you. once in a while you'll notice. once in a while ( Read more... )

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come and lay with me and everything will be okay again.

i only smoke after meals, now.

there were an uproar of "lol" "ttyl" "brb" and "omg omg"'s at the spectra show last night as a finale. really it made me sad. aww.

i am having crazy amounts of orgasms just thinking about recieving my mary's "bundled with love" letter. i just talked to her via aim for all of 20 minutes and of course i feel so much better & more complete than i have in a while. we discussed our boyfriends' great hairstyles & fashion sense, we discussed my anti-winter clothing follies of last ( Read more... )

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it was sixty, remember sixty? it was fifty, then, i sat on a black bench which resembled the ocean somehow, the lake, called ontario, where i lived. the bench and i had a conversation about my childhood; and i explained to it how the year 1988 and i got along famously. the blue house!!! and the white interior that sometimes displayed red handprints ( Read more... )

i definately surpass the fact that things are good sometimes. things just seem off and i worry too much, it's proven. but nothing is off and i'm being a worry wart and no one likes it ( Read more... )

i just realized i dont remember any of the words to the "the hip bone's connected to the; ___ bone; the ___ bone's connected to the; ___ bone" song.

i rolled over last night with a scratchy throat that just wouldn't go away. i layed on my side to look at him and felt like throwing up. i layed on my back and looked at the smudges of pink we made there almost a year ago now, and felt the same. my stomach, the same. i woke up this morning and asked my mother if her flu started with a sore throat ( Read more... )