Were there any journal entries you enjoyed on here that I wrote?

I'm in the process of working on my own site and trying to salvage some "quality" entries to bring with me before I deepsix this one.

( Perfect cold and dreary weather for some impromptu horror movie marathons this week. Regularly scheduled entries of self-loathing and morose social situations to resume next week. )

Cheers!

The results of my Behavioral Assessment that I took at work early yesterday morning had me listed as: INFP. I for Introversion. N for Intuition. F for feeling. And P for Perceiving. The characteristics frequently associated with this type of person is as followed: Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them. Want an ( Read more... )

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I found myself earlier today in the second waiting room of my doctor's office. A male nurse, middle-aged, with a bushy beard and glasses is taking my stats: the weight, the blood pressure, the temperature, and it's really cold in there. I'm sitting in the chair, arms wrapped around myself and sleepy-eyed. I had been waiting a solid hour just so I ( Read more... )

I was told I had to post this picture:


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A girl, no more then nine or ten, with stacks of juvenile animal books in her hands came up to the counter quietly. I wouldn't even have known she was there until meekly, but assured, I heard "Excuse me" come from her mouth at the next counter over ( Read more... )

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My plane had gotten in earlier that morning, before the sun had even begun to shine through blue clouds. The ground had looked like intricate computer chips from up there, the way all the lights were perfectly arranged from the passenger window as we veered our way down and down onto the runway. I made my way through customs with a flash of my ( Read more... )

Sitting Inside and Doing Homework and Wondering Why's It's Grey and Dreary Outside When There Should Be Blue Skies Mix1. Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day ( Read more... )