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just a reminder:
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after struggling for a bit with blogspot.com, i have realized that livejournal is where my allegiance lies -- more accurately, it is easier to manipulate the layout on LJ (without a paid account, i may add) than trying to figure out how to do it with a new site. yes, laziness makes my heart grow fonder.)

however, upon realizing that i don't want ( Read more... )

i was hesitant at first, looking at all of that work before me. it was handed off without any regard to my personal schedule, preferences, time, or taste. but i knew it was a test, i knew they would be watching, waiting, eager to see what i could do. so i gave it my best shot. i was up to the task and more than ready to tackle it with gusto. i was ( Read more... )

i am one-hundred percent, completely bored with life. and it is one-hundred percent completely my fault. i find no reason to leave the house, let alone change out of my bubblegum pink thermal long-johns. since i am completely unemployed, this should be my time to be one-hundred percent completely creative, or at least slightly cerebral, but i am ( Read more... )

every one just sleeps and the cheese gets too soft to break. on a side note, i wonder what that conversation was trying to prove. i find myself on the verge of pleasure in knowing i will stop wondering in five to ten minutes time. however, the image of sticking my tongue out and shaking my lower half in a sing-and-dance, "nyah-nyah" is pervasive. ( Read more... )

i've graduated college. so... that's life-altering ( Read more... )

life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life.
stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress.
love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love.
write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write.

oy.

its either my moldy clothes still sitting in my suitcase or the cat poop still sitting in the litter dome that my room mate has yet to clean up -- but something is stinking up my apartment.

adam will be here by 7PM, tonight.

i still have the dirt under my fingernails and i feel a little lonely in a room alone, but i put new pajamas on and i'm anxious to test out what sleeping on a matress feels like. after a week of living at a commune in new orleans, it is strange to be back in brooklyn -- dealing with electric bills, answering e-mails, worrying about finances. but i ( Read more... )