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i love calamine lotion. now denver isn't bitching about itching, he's singing the praises of calamine. he wants to know if it comes in gallons. he's going to find out when he gets out of work tomorrow. he looks like e.t. did you know that michael jackson had a shit list of 25 people who he attempted to kill using voo doo? one of those people ( Read more... )

three months to the day. that's pretty fucking upsetting. a dear friend of mine, jen mendoza died a couple days ago. the funeral was exactly three months from johns. does that mean someone i care about will leave me in april? i'd bet money on it. i guess what i'm getting at here is that everyone should stay safe. avoid cars and seizures ( Read more... )

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i used to think of live journal as a place of solace. maybe not so much, but.... a sanctuary (not the right word but the first word that comes to mind). now, however, i am not so sure. i don't think i feel safe here anymore ( Read more... )

ahoy hoy live journal land. it's been a while. i just wanted to make sure that everyone has a great thanksgiving and shit. fuck the holiday, but kudos! to an excuse to get in touch with those i've neglected since easter. my apologies. the tentative plan is to spend the holiday in philadelphia, but this isn't 100% since my mother sucks with ( Read more... )

everybody scream! everybody scream! in this town of halloween....
xotaraox

it's my fucking birthday, so you can all kiss my getting tattooed tomorrow ass.
xotaraox

fucking hurricane, yes! this is amazing. it's just like high school. i've made a mixed cd, purchased liquor, gathered great company and i am about to start driving around. 'it's three (pm) and all i hear is my air conditioning.' <--this was supposed to be a joke but it was executed poorly. seriously, this is fucking rad! i love tampa, it's ( Read more... )