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i spent my morning shaving.
i'll start with now, checking my e-mail. with any luck i'll have a letter, with a little more luck it will be from the photographer i contacted earlier about a position as her assistant for a shoot next wednesday. i asked the all knowing oracal that we got from a box of lucky charms what the chances that i'll get the job are. in bright yellow ( Read more... ) -
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eleven fluvoxamine can't be wrong... but then what?
i hear wearing a patch over your right eye helps produce sarotonin by forcing you to use the left side of your brain. or maybe its your left eye... my brain is like toast.
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P.S.
Live journal is rad again... look at all this stuff!! -
A year and 12 days ago...
oh my...
It's Thanksgiving again, all my darlings...
I'm not quite sure how this makes me feel... -
The Hollidays to Me...
are like having your legs amputated then watching the boston marathon. -
these people are hungary and their eating away at me.
God, i can't stand these kids. here i am, unable to focus on my paper, which was due last week, growing increacingly irritable becasue of these nimrods next to me. the speak very slowly, i'm not sure why... all of them... it takes them like five minutes to compleat simple sentences which a normal human would be able to finish in like a minute or so ( Read more... ) -
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so i bought a lou reed record toady... street hassle... i pretty much dig it, the only thing is is that i'm an ideot for not checking it out before the purchace, you see, there is quite a big divit on side A... second song, dirt... oh well, it wouldn't be right for me to complain. where would that get me? plus it was only four bucks which i saved ( Read more... ) -
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i have recently come to a re-realization that i am no good in this environment. once again, like in privious entries, my life is in compleat shables, yet there is something humbling about that fact. i cleave the chaose. if there was such a thing as a comfort zone in my life i would probably stab it, toss it in my trunk and drive it off a very high ( Read more... ) -
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he fell, hard. hit his head on the counter, opening his skin which immediately began to bleed quickly, blood as black as the heart which moved it. he scrambled to safety, well tried to, hands and knees, but the sheer panic from the form, blurred though the beautiful red sheen over his eyes, pinned him down in place, allowing me to easily end him ( Read more... )