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[29 Aug 2008|12:23am] |
i wish i could make up my mind and stick to some kind of plan once in a while.
i miss her but i'm not sure if she misses me as much. i can't wait to see her and at the same time i'm not sure if i should even bother visiting.
i love my family, especially my littlest sister and new puppy boba.
fragging motherfuckers online makes me happy.
i'm cleaning my gun like a nervous little boy plays with his penis.
where do we go from here?
i'm sorry i fucked up, but you fucked up too, and maybe even more so. i hope we can still be friends.
i want to go smoke a cigarette.
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[15 Jul 2008|04:47pm] |
waiting for this call
is like waiting
for a
sledgehammer
to drop
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| fear is the mind-killer |
[05 Nov 2007|12:24am] |
the beat goes round and round
and brings me round with it
and no one can tear me from
the things i think i love
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| __________ |
[15 Sep 2007|12:23am] |
am i that big of a fucking waste?
am i really what i've always feared i'd become?
am i really this bad or am i just crazy?
do i even care?
do i need people?
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[08 Apr 2007|03:12am] |
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kurt russell is one badass crybaby. and never let anyone talk you into going to a hookah bar. especially if it's in lyndhurst/rutherford.
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[13 Mar 2007|02:33am] |
POST ANONYMOUSLY, if you want.
1. one secret.
2. one compliment.
3. one non-compliment.
4. lyrics to a song.
5. how old you are.
6. how long we've been friends.
7. & a hint to who you are.
8. after you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
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[20 Jun 2006|03:00pm] |
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new lj, and its called poisonandglass.livejournal.com
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[13 Jun 2006|03:56pm] |
fear is the mind killer
weed is scary
some say it makes your palms stubbly
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[05 Dec 2005|01:07am] |
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TRUST NO ONE. NOT YOUR FRIENDS, LEAST OF ALL YOUR FAMILY. TRUST NOTHING WITH A PULSE.
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[24 Oct 2005|03:27pm] |
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i want to eat your watermelon
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[14 Oct 2005|12:37am] |
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I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM OR WHAT I'M DOING REALLY. IF YOU'VE SEEN THE REAL ME AROUND, TELL HER TO GIVE ME A CALL, I NEED TO TALK. TELL HIM HOW MUCH I MISS HER. SHE IS LOVELY AND HE IS TOO. WHO ARE WE?
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| i'm sometimes a fucking mess. |
[26 Sep 2005|11:02pm] |
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i pretend to be okay when i'm not. and i spin in circles like a whirling dervish. and i whine like a little bitch. and i kiss lots of girls to make me feel better about myself. i'm pretty sure i don't like myself. i have to put it on this internet journal so that you'll say it's okay and make me feel better. i don't think anyone can make themselves feel better. i'm a big fucking liar. i fall in love with a snap of the fingers. you know that kid that walks into his first day of fifth grade and forgets his supplies?
i want someone to come rescue me, but i'm pretty sure i'm the only one who can do that. and it's scary, and it's hard, because i've never had to do this for myself. i haven't really done anything substantial for myself in my entire life. i'm a narcissist and a masochist, but not physically on either count. and i use big words when i hardly know what they mean, but i'm trying. and i still listen to death cab for cutie and coldplay when i'm really fucking depressed and scared.
who wants coffee? i was going to end my entry with that question. i'm always so fucking cheeky. i tell people to let go when i'm white-knuckled holding on for dear life. this concludes today's plea for attention.
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| i am in college |
[15 Sep 2005|04:36am] |
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MAN OF STEEL! |
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you can tell, because i'm up at 4:36 desperately trying to write a two page paper for my Renaissance Europe history class. i have class at 9:35 tomorrow. these numbers do not merge. they do not fit. i do not like them together. probably less than four hours sleep plus two morning classes equals a shite morning. why is it easier to write about this than A Room with a View? because she has a twisted sense of humour, that's why!
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[11 Sep 2005|01:08pm] |
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i have this irrational fear that i am retarded and everyone just pretends that i'm normal, and accepts me as retarded, but makes no mention of it to me.
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[21 Aug 2005|05:19pm] |
we are the dollars and cents, we are the pounds and pence.\\
an airbag saved my life.\\
you can be one too,
just keep on pushing through.//
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| i want to be a shaolin monk |
[27 May 2005|06:55pm] |
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today i woke up and there was an englishman in my kitchen. he and my mother gave me a ride to school, and no one was there. kenny and i ate lunch at A&S. back at school, i read a really good book in the courtyard. it was so sunny that i had to sit in the shade so as not to be blinded by the pages. after that, i thought i was dreaming when the girl of my dreams pushed me. i didn't think she even knew me.
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| Interview Time! |
[27 May 2005|06:46pm] |
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The Books - Be Good To Them Always |
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These questions three... er, five were put to me by Tiana.
1) What awaits you in heaven?
57 Virgins
2) What awaits you in hell?
57 Grandmothers
3) Do you listen to all those bands in your myspace?
All of them, and then some.
4) cd or vinyl?
cd, but i dig listening to records on vinyl as well.
5) You do realize that vinyl is silly, right?
I wouldn't call it sill, just outdated. I reserve the word silly for people like you.
do you want to be interviewed?! then just tell me, you big galoot! i'll ask you five questions, and you can answer them on your livejournal!
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[07 Feb 2005|09:23pm] |
the perfection is returning.
be warned.
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