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Romina Wixom
200 Willoughby Avenue Unit 57561
Brooklyn, NY 11205-7501

I am using stolen computer time on my roommates computer, and I hope she doesn't hate me for it.

P.S.- I now work for America Reads/Counts! and I get to learn sign language and play with kids and get paid. It rules a lot.

Writing for other people is so much harder than livejournal ( Read more... )

HI,
TOMORROW.
RED HOOK CURRY HOUSE DINNER BUFFET.
EVERYONE SHOULD COME.

Like, 6:30?

Some one buy me extensions for Christmas ( Read more... )

I'm hiding in my room with a bottle of champagne, and I like it.
I'll see you guys tomorrow.

I harbor a hatred for those who can think and see and feel on a very literal basis, because I can't even ever materialize words to describe the condition of my chapped lips ( Read more... )

I keep saying that all I really want is to have one person, physically here with me, who knows my usual intentions and logic. So that I can stop circling the same problems by voicing the various routes out to an actual listening body ( Read more... )

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I think it would be nice to do some acting. Me and Matt Adams are gonna do it. I just want to put all my nasty-bitchass-complaining attitude somewhere other than my pockets.

I think it would be nice to do some dancing. REALLLL dancing. I am going to have an after-the-feast-work-it-all-out kind of a party, after the feast. Talk to me about it.

WHERE ARE WE HAVING THE POST THANKSGIVING BAShhhhhhhh?
I might ask mi familia about renting the ASK building, otherwise, some one better volunteer. I need everyone, and dancing, and probably some spiked cider. (I WILL SUPPLY IF YOU AGREE TO HOST!)