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so my parents went on a date to fly remote control airplanes at the school parking lot down the street. Then my dad crashed his airplane in a tree and dad left a note on the door that said he crashed his plane in the tree and would like it back.

this is the cutest thing ive ever heard.

I have started to feel a little bit funny ever since the weekend. While we lumbered through those filthy streets, dragging our toes through the gutter water and slipping our limbs through the stinking air I could feel those old wet kisses. cosmic kisses rising from the streets to my neck and ears. That same old feeling of ghosts but without the ( Read more... )

I've been awake for about an hour and I'm already having a bad fat ugly angry jealous jealous jealous morning.

If only I could take zoe with me everywhere i went i don't think things would ever be that bad.

Camping was fun. I'm glad i finally met all of the Bondy's...ok...not all....just the ones that matter and the babies. I love those babies so much. I think today my thoughts were consumed mostly by images of Gracie showing me her flip flops and laying on the carpet next to her tea party. And now, each time a fly lands near me I wish Nicholas were ( Read more... )

I just want everyone to know that malan breton wrote me a message on myspace ( Read more... )

Well here I sit, 3 days later, my face the size of a fucking basketball. Reading and watching t.v. for enough consecutive hours to make me wish i were dead. I can't smile. Not a single person has called to chat or to come visit me. Although I should have expected that figuring my only real friend is in Paris for the summer. So I stay up all night ( Read more... )

I'm starving. I'd like to get these teeth out right this second so that I can either

a. eat something
or
b. fall into a lovely drug enduced sleep.

or a shortly followed by b. whatev. is it time yet?

I got to work at ten am today. I got home from work at 11pm...The thing is...I took my shoes off in the car on the way home and now, an hour later, I still can't feel the left side of my left foot. This isn't good.I get my teef out Thursday. At first I was excited for intravenous drugs...and now I'm scared out of my mind that they are going to fuck ( Read more... )

At least I can still find comfort in knowing that if the telephone gets picked up from the receiver and some sort of teenage background static departs from its plastic crevices (radio, television, gossip, fucking etc.)then that...that truely means that nobody is dead on their bedroom floor and thus no need to worry so ( Read more... )