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[Dec. 26th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
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| |  distressed | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | Would You Light My Candle -- Rent | ] |
Apparently.. I'm not allowed to be happy. Apparently, the only way to go is to be a spinster with a million cats. Apparently Heather hates me. Apparently I'm a heartless whore. Apparently I'm really as fucked up as I thought.
I had a wonderful night. Until I got on and lost one of the greatest friends I've ever had. But what's that, anyway? I only went from walking on air, to wanting to cry. No biggie, right? Well. I'm sorry I ever ruined anyone's life, dreams, happiness (momentary, or not). That's why I left. I don't know why I keep sneaking back.
Blake left his MP3 player laying on my desk. The case smells like him, lmao. He smells good. And his hair is cute. |
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| Ringo Poop. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|05:34 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | One Short Day -- Wicked | ] |
Ringo pooed on my lamp, and when I went to clean it up -- oh my God. There were like, two other places he'd pooped, and they were dry and I had to pick at them to get them off. Ewewew. LMAO. I'm so strange about Ringo's poop. You know, I once even said it was cute? It's because it was the smallest little thing. Anyway. Now that I've totally turned you off for life, I am going to go straighten my hair. :3 |
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| Fluff and Stuff. |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|04:21 pm] |
| [ | feeling |
| |  sleepy | ] |
It's four-thirty in the afternoon and I've only been up for three and a half hours. ._. I feel like such a slug. I need to get out of here and do something right quick. I want to go see King Kong with my mother. I've been informed that I am a movie junky. A movie and sleep junky. I just absolutely adore both, which is probably why I've only been up for that short time. Ah, well, what can you do? |
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