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Sixty-nine. Good coincidences, and a Lecture from Mena Suvari.
Date created: 2005-01-19 23:08:20
Journal entries: 88
Comments: Posted: 862 - Received: 947Six months ago today, I got this journal as an act of rebellion against where I was going with my life, although I couldn't see it clearly at the time. Everything was wrong, and it took writing here to stop it and turn it all around. And while there are many ( Read more... ) -
Sixty-eight. I know it's that lame.
I've been told a lot that I need to update, but for once in my life, I'm at a complete loss for what to tell you.
So tell me what to tell you. Ask me anything. I will answer as honestly I can, to the best of my ability.
Bring it on. -
Sixty-seven. Watching you like that Police song.
I am the worst person in the world when it comes to adding people to my friendslist. The carefully made tags that say 'comment to be added'? Yeah, I skip past those and just add people willy-nilly. And I'll tell you why ( Read more... ) -
Sixty-six. One question.
Did I anger some small god responsible for timing and coincidence, or am I just caught up in forever being two steps behind? -
Sixty-five. Stupid bombing bastards and tropical paradise.
I'd thought about self-centeredly angsting about London from half a world away, but that's too American of me. They blow up our ally, we make it All About Us, many of us. What's most stupid about this is the endeavor to terrorize London with bombs, a city that's used to it and is possessed of a great fount of reserve and compassion. The quotes from ( Read more... ) -
Sixty-four. Will you still need me?
Domino. Domino, Domino, Domino. This picture. This woman. This ( Read more... ) -
Sixty-three. Communication breakdown
AIM is absolutely evil, and technology in general is thwarting me. I tried to come up with something else to update, but this will have to remain a near-one-liner.
Wonder if Mercury is in retrograde or something. -
Sixty-two. Itineraries.
Since AIM's troubling me, I thought I should make some sort of entry, but I'm not entirely sure what to update about. This is probably going to ramble all over hell and back ( Read more... ) -
Sixty-one. British tabloids are damn speedy.
I have a date this week. She's adorable and sanguine about things being casual between us. That's the news from the horse's mouth, as it were, since it only takes one night at a bar to fuel more hush-hush shocked speculation ( Read more... ) -
Sixty. Sadder but wiser girl.
I was called wise by a friend recently, and I'm still staring at that word and trying to make it apply to me in any sense of the word ( Read more... )