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I'll be walking with team Gno in JDRF's Walk to Cure Juvenile Diabetes on March 4th in blanchard park near ucf.

We are joined by one-half a million other walkers across the country, with the goal of raising $86 million. We are all walking to cure Diabetes.

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I have been up all night trying to think of fifteen words to describe cocaine.

a few minutes ago i wrote THE longest entry about the absurd amount of dog shit that i've been picking up lately and how my biggest concern in life at the moment is the sound of a dangerously low bottle of febreeze and carpet cleaner. you can't even pick this shit up because its straight chocolate sauce with green apple splatters, so you have to ( Read more... )

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my bathroom smells like vomit because i got too drunk tonight. i don't remember when i became sick but i do remember hugging the toilet and laying in the shower on my knees with my face on the floor. passing in and out, back and forth, with pieces of vomit too large to pass through the drain. i didn't drown because i woke up naked on the couch. i ( Read more... )

i loved you for more than a year. before i ever spoke with you and you were only pages and paragraphs and photos of inanimate objects. and animate ones too. and you say im so wasted and ask if i'll come to you. i tell you i'll meet you halfway and you wonder where that is. not where but when. "when is the halfway point?", you ask. your eyelids ( Read more... )

i love my medicated sleep. my phone rang at 6:00am from underneath my pillow and it took me a few blinks to get a bearing on the situation. it was chris on the phone and he was on his way home from a boy's house. we giggled about how i was up early but he was up late. at this point i was wide-awake because the dog had began to lick my face while i ( Read more... )

"would you ever lie to me?"

"no. never. would you ever lie to me?"

"yes, i would, and i'm sorry. i'm just being honest."one month and seventeen days proved a soluble love. photographs shuffle through my time-lapse memory of a bud, a blossom, a bloom. exchanging love across twenty-two thousand miles was as effective as tossing wilted petals ( Read more... )

i like my dangerous mood. i lit a cigarette and felt someone who probably wasn't there. i feel good in my make-up because attention excites me and i have as much as i need for now. my intention was to make a point that i think i might be satisfied. i want to take some chances.