I've always joked about being consistently changing and unpredictable to the most part. I've been hearing talk of LJ these days. There's a longing for this place. It's the community that we've built. It was the friendship that we have made and endured
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It's near july 4th and I have yet to make any definite plans. I may well spend the time with family, friends, church strangers or just do what i do best... float around and meet new people!! hahalol
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I find myself walking on the other side of the road less taken on a sunny day. I weave around the city blocks carving a path as if I'm finding the center of some secret garden maze. The smile on my face would peg me as a mad hatter at days. Many times I wear a discrete facade holding in my joys of life... to a miserly degree unwilling to let any
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so i've just got hooked on this new japanese rock song "Complicated" by Rookiez is Punk´d.. you'll LOVE IT even if you don't understand japanese. I got it off this Anime (Yes!,I watch Anime) called DURARARA
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We lurk in the shadows still reading in hopes that there will be a revival of this place. I miss the community. I'm sure some of you do as well. There was a time when we shared ideas frequently and visit one another. There would be laughter and there were plenty of stories to share after. There were times when we all played a game of survivor.
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I feel like going to a street fair and enjoying a good sunday afternoon. I haven't had my sundays in over 4 yrs. I've actually been at church every sunday except for some random situations
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Sometimes we find our roads to be stretched longer than our dreams can endure. Maybe it's not our dreams that can't endure, but our bodies unwilling to continue the self mutilation from stress.
There's a element of surprise then a roller-coaster of uncertain emotions when the turn of a relationship abruptly halts. There's a crushing agony beneath the skin that's not meant for words to describe. There's an illicit drought carved deeper than a canyon's echo which can not reach these fathoms. The faint cries never bounce back. How can the
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