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[02 Jun 2004|05:37pm]
[ mood | bored ]

I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.

Keep it CLEAN

Last night I bought a giant carton of Dip and Dots ice cream... I ate it all and I don't regret it one bit. This is where my mother would have disowned me and told me I was a worthless child that no man would marry. I'm still not married and that's grounds enough to currently have no family relationships. Oh well; it was delicious. I've lately only wanted to eat myself into oblivion- why? I have no idea and I really don't care to know. Probably because I'm sick of fat free yogurt.

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Urg. [22 May 2004|08:27am]
[ mood | distressed ]

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One of the reasons for buying this particular corset was to help make my breasts look smaller. Fuck.

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[16 May 2004|11:09pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

I honestly can't stand to listen to children crying anymore. The ringing in my ears is getting unberable.

I was invited to walk down Yoyogi Park this morning with a few old friends- one of whom had a child. I normally have no problem with them- especially when this particular 8-year-old was dressed adorably in a kodona style. But when he's running around picking up rocks and throwing them on the side walk to make walking harder on all the women, yelling and screaming, and generally disobeying his mother... he was in need of reprimandation.

Either way- after the boy's mother dropped him off with his father, we were all able to spend the rest of the afternoon admiring the flowers in the area.

Little outings like this that come by once in a blue moon are nice. I hadn't seen these friends in at least 6 months; who knows when I'll get a chance to see them again.

And my current wish list:

The one that's being modeled- I have the money for it- but what would be the point to wear it if I hardly go out?

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[04 May 2004|11:52am]
[ mood | drained ]

Which Weiss Kreuz/Schwarz Boy Will Kiss You? by black_rose
User Name
The One Who Kiss You...Yohji
What Type Of Kiss?HARD. (Damn. O.o)
What Did He Say After That?Nothing. He lick his lip. )
Now what?He lick your lip.
What Will Happen In Two Months Later?He'll keep you in his house!
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!


Anyway, I've been looking into possibly taking one of the next few weeks off and doing something outragiously girly such as going to a spa- or taking a few days off and going to a hot spring. It's getting to the point to where I wake up from time to time with my cell phone in my hand pressed up against my ear- catching myself arguing with an invisible person over the line about something related to an upcoming mission. Not healthy.

But still- nothing I can do until the upcoming mission is complete. It's worrying me either way, though; it's taking a bit longer than I would like.
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POP IS dead. [19 Apr 2004|10:17pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Tomorrow I take Aya out shopping.

I really hadn't expected something like that to happen, but... oh well. The city is big enough to find something to appease him. I'm merely hoping he doesn't decide to back out at the last minute and say "forget it".

Other than that, work has become a little less stressful after putting out information to the guys... But soon it's going to start up all over again. How repetitious it can be.

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[16 Apr 2004|12:35am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Now the price to pay for asking Yohji questions...:

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.

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[11 Apr 2004|08:57pm]
[ mood | calm ]

After setting everything up for the guys, my evening seems... blank- so therefore...

Plans for the Evening

Bath. What more can i say about that?

Sleepless in Seattle. Pathetic chick-flick, but Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are always romantic.

Sleep. It's wonderful, isn't it? Maybe 5 hours for once.

Wine and Italian Cheeses. Please hand over the calories.

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[11 Apr 2004|08:34pm]
[ mood | cold ]

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[10 Apr 2004|02:02am]
[ mood | lonely ]

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I'm growing impatient, drawing the blood of the masochist, I wait for you, the sadist.
if it's possible, with a poison kiss...
Unable to see virtue in the meaning of my sorrow, in you the last mother,
I bury the memory so that you can not notice first mother.
even if the clock spins to the left, sins committed can't be changed,
in the beginning I imprint the final sympathizer.

look at the me being unwilling, fiercely and then gently, a forced decision
which I can't say I've made to you.

the sound of creaking leather hurts, the wounds go deep.
deeply jealous will you always be this cold blooded ?
even now I don't want to forget the abuse of my youth.
Why don't I have a mother ? Tell me.

Someday I'll notice the kindness in the "crib" that became my patron mother.

Before I couldn't see the reason for my bitterness, in my final mother
so that at least you don't notice first mother.
even if the clock spins to the left, sins committed can't be changed
in the beginning the last sympathizer was destroyed.
I wonder if you are too gentle to me ? relfecting a trauma from long ago
Am I who destroys to the last you a sadist?

I love that song...

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[06 Apr 2004|11:15pm]
[ mood | bored ]

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I can't say that going from high-tech devices to something simple as Livejournal isn't something of a blessing. It's something I can do quickly and I guess it's enough of a social-activity tool so I'm not stranded from everyone else. Welcome to the rush of online society, Manx.

This is where I think I'm supposed to talk about how my day was...:

It was its usual rushed speed with 2 hours of sleep and the total count on men that have tried to grope me while trying to steal my purse is 32.

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