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[Jan. 29th, 2007|11:21 pm] |
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oh shit. i have a cat. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2006|08:48 pm] |
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oops i did it again?
just wait for this month to be over so i can live normal life again because this is horrible. i haven't done the dishes in a week and they're beginning to smell slightly, i lost the thingy used to brush hair last friday so i am a bit of a mess and in the mornings i don't know what day it is. ahh, november. the anticlimax- month.
i've become even more of a perv, if possible (apparently!), so i basically have dreams of living happily in a big house by the sea (something like san francisco but with lots of sand) with two- three men (married to them all!), and sometimes i am a man too and then it gets really perverted but lets not get into details. to tell the truth, i could use a wife more at the moment since i am packed with manly desperation/anxiety/misery and someone really needs to keep this household running since i can't. according to some sources i have a crisis in my life that usually hits as you turn 30. makes perfect sense! i am 30! |
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[Oct. 31st, 2006|08:09 pm] |
i'm actually quite happy. and you know what happen to people who say stupid shit like that? they end up miserable. right?
(i can't be bothered to actually continue scratching the walls and it is really quite depressing. but hey, i have more space now as i live alone once again. makes me feel all grown up and independent which is actually bollocks. sometimes i'm so full of shit it's should be a crime.)
who wants to come for a sleepover? |
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[Oct. 25th, 2006|05:36 pm] |
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the funny things is, i have nothing to say but a lot happening. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2006|06:49 pm] |
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guess i got lost under all the things unfinished and a pile of books. all i have now is a swollen left little finger, stomach problems (something new *not*) and a guilty feeling for not writing letters or anything. sorry. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2006|10:25 pm] |
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where does mister sandman go when i need him? you arse! get in here, throw some of that sand shit on me now!, not during the bloody day, you silly senile twat. |
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[Sep. 17th, 2006|10:05 pm] |
imagine i actually had my hair that short (and even shorter, but it is a whole different story) a bit over a year ago, and now, well (oh god), it's an overgrown semi hippie- like mess just below my shoulder blades. it is simply vile, i tell you. it gets in the way and i find it rather troublesome to maintain. the effort of simply combing it has made me ponder the possibility of actually shaving the damned thing off and find a suitable wig instead. see, i am not the sort of person who likes to fiddle with my hair. it's tedious and something i could get neurotic about. what the hell am i going to tell the hairdresser (supposing i would manage/bother to get myself an appointment) to do about it?
i sort of miss sissi.
i've began to write letters to mother, since the telephone conversations are quite one sided. still, she hasn't replied, even though she insists she will. oh well. have i mentioned you how dull my life is these days?
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(miina this spring.)
there is nothing else. really. unless we count the self searching bits, but i'd rather not waste anyone's time (mostly mine because i am a cunt like that) with pointless rambling. as if my updates have become intellectual. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2006|05:56 pm] |
yep. i am still a boring old fart who listens to the same music (still, the eels the eels the eels the eels the eels and the eels) and reads books like stupid. the tv stays closed, except for oz i get overly excited about.
such simple pleasures but i dare not to talk about unfinished projects yet. they're simply too... unfinished. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2006|06:50 pm] |
fucking hypocrite prancy assholes and whining whores. for gods sake show some fucking manners, you pricks.
not going to see my face ever again thank you very much.
what a waste of the day.
(and yes, i am twenty but i feel like sixty. *whine*)
i need something for this bellyheadache. |
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