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_meforyou_ @ 2008-09-29T19:07:00

2008-09-30T00:12:05Z

Today was my first day at the paper.
I luuuuuuurve it.
Yay reporting!

steal my records

2008-08-29T02:08:52Z

Being a video game sales person is harder than it looks.

I'm excited to start my new job next week, for many extensive reasons. 1) I will be making a substantially larger amount of money than any other job I've had before, which means a newer, nicer car that doesn't break down every 20 miles or so, 2) I can help homeless people find homes, thus I can collect their individual stories of homelessness and survival, which is one of my all time favorite hobbies and 3) I GET MY OWN OFFICE! Also, 4) I can take the awesome $5,000 end of the year scholarship reward and throw it down on my dream apartment, where I will live and eat chicken noodle soup and do yoga and walk around naked.
And all the other luxuries afforded when getting your own apartment.

I have a camera. I need to start taking more pictures of myself, friends, and day-to-day life.

Since Holly left, I have no friends and nobody at school likes me.
And I'm pitiful at talking to people who are younger than me.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-08-22T21:29:00

2008-08-23T01:31:21Z

I am in Americorps now, salvaging hobos.

YAY.

Kiyla is leaving!!

BOO.

Please, luck, hold out.

life = a downward spiral.

2008-08-21T04:25:45Z

Ho hum, pig's bum.

So yesterday I was getting ready to go to work, slingin' video games and watching B films, and I find the fucking sheriff's department in my drive way. A round man with a red face and an enthusiasm for arresting people, 3 other run-of-the-mill, I-fuck-12-year-olds-in-Stiver's-parking-lot types, and a guy I go to school with, who has positively no sense.
And what's even more sad is, I have been waiting for them. For something like 2 weeks.
Now the jig is up and my mom is in jail for trafficking.

My mom is not a meth head, pill popping zombie skag pusher, and I won't make excuses for her, but people are fucking stupid if they think that's that.
That's definitely not that, but it's a long, drawn-out story that started a year ago.

But thanks, Operation UNITE, and the ever judicial county of Clay, for removing hardened criminals from our streets. I hope they pay you extra for being sons of bitches and for having no human decency. Thanks for giving people in our backwoods county an opportunity to do something besides selling pills - like going to drug court and working at the Huddle House! Maybe the head whores will give you coupons to get the windows tinted on your new Suburbans and a tax write-off for every front-page Enterprize story you bag. Best wishes.

In other news, Eastern Kentucky University is trying entirely too hard to test my patience, and this is not the week to do it.
It isn't the month,
and it sure is fuck ain't the year.

Americorps, where are you?

And I keep telling myself: it could get worse.
IT COULD GET WORSE
IT COULD GET WORSE
It could get worse.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-08-13T11:35:00

2008-08-13T15:35:28Z

here we fucking go again.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-07-15T22:52:00

2008-07-16T02:53:59Z

Well, I never saw this coming. But I like where it's going.

leave me behind

2008-07-08T02:28:00Z

So this is the first time in a loooong time that I actually feel like I'm alive.

Last weekend I was in Jesse and Macy's wedding as a candle lighter. The ceremony was beautiful, and so were Jesse and Macy. It was pretty awesome. Ice dancin', mascara, popcorn, the works.

I quit my job at the center last week. Thank jeebs. I feel like a thousand pound weight has been lifted off my chest and I can enjoy living. Things just got to be too heavy, and 2 years is a long time to have a job, and easy to grow out of it. So now I'm looking for a new job, and I'm having some luck, but not much. I've found a job that would be absolutely perfect for me, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Friday on the 4th I went to my cousin Logan's for fireworks and eats, and good company (Britney, Tyler, Kev, Chelsie, Tim, Matt, Shelby, and the rest of my Wolfe kin). Richie Farmer showed up. So did Jade and James, but that's not as impressive (no offense, James and Jade). We sang and ate a lot and played cornhole and smoked and listened to the Mars Volta. Story of my life.

Saturday I went to the lake with Holly, Anthony, Whit, and Richard, and had a blast. Holly's mom and dad have a sweet boat, so we took it out on the lake and swam and jumped off rocks. I never pictures myself as a lake person, but I very much am. Then I went back to Manchester and me, Britney, and Matt went fishing on the Pelican Rainbow and watched Lady and the Tramp and then went ghost hunting, but the whore wouldn't get in the car with us, and a samsquanch growled at us. The end.

I painted a tree on my bedroom wall.
I don't mind being single. At all.
Or broke.

stolen from kala

2008-07-01T01:55:11Z

So this was fun.

Go to www.urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the first definition it gives you [all spelling/grammatical errors and racism theirs]

1) Your first name? Morgan

She's the most beautiful girl you will ever see. Every feature that she posseses is engraved in your mind from the second you lay eyes on her. Morgan is not limited to just physical features, her personality is equally as beautiful.

You wonder how it is that a person this extraordinary can exist, but find yourself just appreciating the fact that she exists, and even better yet, that you know her.

"from head to toe this girl was simply Morgan"

2) Nickname? John

a person who uses the services of a prostitute
Police ran a sting on the newcomer johns at the whorehouse

3) Favorite color? mint

1. Nice
2. Cool

Man, that shit is mint.

4) A friend's name? Britney

A poor or negligent parent.

I looked in the back seat and realized I forgot to buckle my kid in. I'm such a Britney.

5) Food? chicken noodle soup

a crazy out of control dance, created in Harlem, NY
usually in unisync with another dance called the Tone Wop

Let it ran, now clear it out
chicken noodle soup, chick chicken noodle soup
chicken noodle soup, chick chicken noodle soup

6) Hometown? Manchester

The second city of a funny place called England. Quite wet, but more welcoming and friendy than london.

manchester is so cool...so what if its raining for the 15th day in a row.

7) Another friend's name? Holly

To have forbidden sex. Normally with an intern or minor.

"How did it go last night?"
"Let's just say I did the holly, if you know what I mean"

8) Your last name? Bowling

1.Actual bowling, with 10 pins and 1 ball.
2. Masturbating, with 2 balls and 1 pin.

Whenever Matt goes bowling, his wrist is sore for hours.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-06-26T19:47:00

2008-06-26T23:47:52Z

goodbye to clocks ticking.

hey, let's cross the sea

2008-06-16T23:09:11Z

Okay, summer.
Locusts, screaming me to sleep.
Hating my job.
Florida.
Tattoos.
Hating my job more.
No car.
No sleep.
Nervous break-down approaching.

Condo-ville, FL.

Indiana Ocean and the Kingdom of Old People.

The view from our room.

and get some culture.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-06-01T22:52:00

2008-06-02T03:55:03Z

find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself

please.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-05-28T20:01:00

2008-05-29T01:01:50Z

I could've really done without that.
Thanks.

the world is a vampire

2008-05-23T02:35:20Z

Again, summer is getting off to a rough start.

Carlita is sick again, and the GM certified technicians don't know what's wrong with her. She's got a temperature, but no apparent cause. Blah. Jerm and I split (que vultures), and I'm trying to figure myself out. I'm not the type to go into detail via blog, so I won't. I could bitch some more about the downward spiral that is my life and the continuing curse of my birthday, but that doesn't help, so I won't bother.

I draw energy from the sun. Human photosynthesis rocks.

So this week I'm fixing up the extra bedroom for myself, repainting, moving furniture betwixt room, carpet, new bedspread, curtains, etc. I've been walking a couple of miles at the park everyday, and reading again, Ron Rash, mmm.

My new best friend is a 90-something year old man named Colonel T.C. who used to be the sheriff and editor of the Enterprize (800 years ago). We sit and talk literature and modern-day journalism and drink lemonade.
Wanting to finish my leg piece in a big bad way, but fundulation is an issue.

Florida in T-minus 192 hours. Kudos to working for the mayor.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-05-11T11:44:00

2008-05-11T16:45:25Z

Summer is getting off to a rough start.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-05-01T20:14:00

2008-05-02T00:43:01Z

http://www.wkyt.com/home/headlines/18429804.html
The United States judicial system is a bunch of shit. There are people who will rot in prison over getting caught with an oxycontin in their pocket, and heartless scum like that get away with murder. Sixteen years isn't even a slap on the wrist, it's an insult.

Finals week is next week. It's crucial that I do more than excellent on all my exams, or my GPA will plummet.
So I'm pretty well fucked.

I've been completely exhausted for the past 2 weeks, and I don't see an end, really.
I hate being 18 more than road-pervs and juggalos, which is to say a lot. I just found out that there will be no summer program this year, and I was really counting on the extra money, because as I stand I am only making about $50 a month, after I pay my car insurance, my car payment, my health insurance, and my phone bill.
That's without gas and the necessities of survival, like food and tampons and so on.
I don't pay rent, but make no mistake, that's the only bill I don't foot.

I dunno what to do :(

i <3 mary

2008-04-25T01:47:33Z

I wish someone could explain to me what in the hell I think I'm doing, staying in Clay County next semester. Because I sure as fuck don't know.

Oh, yeah. I'm broke as a joke.

Thinking a lot about my dad lately. He'll be dead 15 years in August. I'm going to try to get ahold of my kin folk on that side of my familly, who I've scarcely known because 1.) most of them are assholes and 2.) they shun me. Except for Jeff, he's pretty righteous. The only living relatives that aren't brothers and sisters or complete fucking idiots are first-cousins Ricky and Randy Arnold, professional musician and illegal exportation fandango-ist. Ricky is on tour in KY this summer, and I'm pretty positive Randy is probably driving somewhere between Naples, FL and Hazard.
I needs to be rubbing some elbows.

MY MOM IS DRIVING ME BAT-SHIT CRAZY. Let it be known.

gyah.

satan, laughing.

2008-04-16T20:27:26Z

My grades are so crap this semester that it's pitiful. And what's more pitiful is I don't care.
And I'm HURTING for hot summer sun and green everything. I'd be thrilled shitless in a tropical climate.

For real this time, who's going to bonaroo? I really want to go, but I'd prefer to not go by myself and risk being raped and eaten. I realize it's a pretty penny to go, but the line-up is more than decent.

Work sucks. I was made to cry yesterday, and the day was shit afterwards. I don't know anyone who would put up with the b.s. that I put up with for minimum wage. My career can't get here soon enough.

My hair is long, short, long, short, long, pink, blue, long, blonde.
Maybe Lexington-a-gogo land this weekend to LP shop and dodge traffic.

Pictures later, maybe.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-04-08T18:03:00

2008-04-08T22:21:01Z

Rewind 3 years ago and get over yourselves.
Sincerely.

There's a lot for me to be bitter about right now. Being under paid and over worked. Know-all-be-all types. Teachers with little noise capacity. Rain. And feeling like I am second to a plant.

I'm looking for a set of analog speakers. Someone help me out.

and Dear tax return,
where the fuck are you?

_meforyou_ @ 2008-03-15T13:49:00

2008-03-15T17:56:17Z

http://asia.cnet.com/crave/2008/03/14/-voiceless-phone-reads-your-thoughts/
Big brother, here we come.
or here we are already?

Today i probably got the best present in the world.
i.e. a mr. magorium's wonder imporium state-of-the-art sock monkey.
Oh how i've longed for a sock monkey.

gloria to nowhere

2008-03-10T11:27:50Z

things to do this week:
absolutely nothing (besides work, where i'll attempt getting away with doing absolutely nothing). + drink a butt load of water, drop ten pounds,
and then die of a myocardiomalfarction.

i do need to weigh something around 90 lbs, what with my height, so here goes.
(the ass crack of dawn is the only time i get anything done.)

does anybody else love those signs that say "ready or not, the lord is coming!" like it's some kinda threat?

things i love about the weather to come (WARM):
1. bathing suits as everyday attire
2. daisy dukes
3. apart from the obvious fashion reasons, summer = school.
4. strawberries
5. long ass hair.
6. hot nights, cool mornings.
and that's just the tip of the iceberg. what's yourn?

dear newo ikkin, how's apollo been treating you?
has he been a good boy since the day i left?
give him my love and a sweet kiss for his head.
'cause i won't be coming home when you get this
i'll be dead.

meet me in montauk and bring the knick knacks.

2008-02-14T03:51:39Z

Holy fucking shit, batman! I never update this thing anymore.
I just read my February from previous years, and the '05-'06-morgan-on-experimental-drugs is a very interesting read.
I don't remember being that bent.
I don't remember much of anything.

Wake up and smell the climate change.
+easter candy.

I ordered a laptop (thank jeebs!).
So hopefully that means more blogging, pictures, and more keeping in touch on my behalf (as soon as the shipping company known as DHL can remove their heads from their ass and bring it to me).

Listening to Jimmy Eat World takes me back about 6 years, to my pre-teen, eulogy-writing, blink-obsessed angsty self.
Yeah, yeah. I know, Jimmy Eat World went out of style with being straightedge.
Whatev.

+I'm going to be a God mother. Or an aunt. Something to that effect.
- my mom owes me $200. i will never see it again.
- i hafta pay a visit to Don Jacobs(jingleheimersmith), but my beetle doesn't go in snow.

I think I'm going to be a writer for Rolling Stone Magazine. And when I say I think I'm going to be a writer for Rolling Stone, I mean I know I'm going to write for Rolling Stone. Even though they are corporate butt cracks, but so is everybody else these days.

This semester is terminally boring. Like if my teachers got anymore boring they would be pronounced dead. That doesn't stop me from seducing them with my doe-eyed charming abilities - the only useful thing I inherited from my now toothless mom. Thanks for the cacoon.

_meforyou_ @ 2008-01-27T22:03:00

2008-01-28T03:07:53Z

Of all the people who could die and never be missed, somehow it's always someone who means something to my mom.
She's been referring to herself as Typhoid Mary Mallor. What in the hell do you say to that?
I know I complain about how messy she is and how she can spend 80 billion years in the same store and so on, but words can't articulate how much I hurt when she hurts. She's not June Cleaver, she'll never get parent of the year award, but she doesn't deserve to feel so alone.
Sometimes I really wonder if God is watching.
Today Britney and I went with her to make prints of some scenic photography she and Woodrow took just last weekend together in the hills where he and his Dad were working. Mom saw it and said "it looks like heaven".

Apart from bullets, diabetes, and conspiracy theories, you can add car accidents to the list.

cool kids never have the time

2008-01-06T20:33:31Z

I made it through this first semester with all A's and my soul intact.
97 hours to go. fuck.
I'm taking a butt-ton of communication classes in the next bit.
I might just choose a career brainwashing you people for a living.

Christmas was commercial and draining, and my new year's eve blew, but I have hope that 2008 will be great.
I just need spring and summer to get here, because I don't function in cold.

Sleeping late - for once, skiing with Holly and Anthony - covered in puke, pink and black and blonde hair, boots to my knees and skirts to my ass, rarely.going.home, chronic headache, subconscious conversations betwixt Britney and myself, run's house, penis envy, not working.

Shakedown, 1979.

_meforyou_ @ 2007-11-29T22:44:00

2007-11-30T04:11:27Z

In other news, I got a new tattoo, my wisdom teef cut out, popped hydrocodone like candy, and changed up my look.
My English teacher is in love with me, so says Holly. Yesterday in history we watched "Dr. Strangelove or: How Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" (an oldie but goody) and I pretend I don't exist in my other classes. Next semester, I'm taking mostly online classes. Thank you, baby Jesus.
Finals soon. I'll probably drown myself in a toilet.

I desperately need some sleep, and to listen to Alkaline Trio and think about being thirteen.

For Christmas, I want a Blackberry. And a life.
I won't get either.

my camera wouldn't focus on my tattoo. so it doesn't really look that shitty.
that's outter thigh, btw.

i'm willin' to make a deal

2007-10-29T23:30:18Z

I went to the dentist today and I have 6 cavities. So I hafta get them filled next Monday, along with 8 caps. And then on November 16, I get my wisdom teef cut out.
Three cheers for loritab addiction.

I'm kicking college butt and work is very boring. I need to get paid for being me.

In other news, Holly and I excersized in leather pants and forgot to stretch. We are lifetime wellness failures. We invented "vest Tuesday" and "boot Wednesday". Fuck your "thirsty Thursdays".
If I wanted to lay drunk, I wouldn't have to move to Richmond to do it.

I'm cold and there are 800 boys in Jerm's basement for band practice, and it suddenly got quiet.
They're practicing for the show Saturday, that everybody should come to, if for no other reason than that I will be there, as the devil.
Yes.
I'm the devil. And I'm hyur to do the devil's work.