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[12 Nov 2008|11:36pm] |
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I realize that through the years, livejournal has been with me. I don't need it anymore. Good bye.
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[05 Sep 2008|01:04am] |
I miss my piercings. Oh god do I miss them right now.
I know I'll never be intense enough to go through with getting my nipples re-pierced. And I can't have facial piercings at school.
I think it's time to start saving for a tattoo!
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[16 Aug 2008|03:58pm] |
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sonofabitch.
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[22 Jun 2008|10:49pm] |
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Rest in Peace George Carlin, Rest in Peace.
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[15 Jun 2008|06:15pm] |
I miss the days when we'd go fishing and time just seemed to stop.
Thank you for being who you are and never changing. I wish I could say the same for me.
Happy Father's day Daddy.
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[11 Jun 2008|07:34pm] |
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I give up.
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[07 Dec 2007|03:58pm] |
I have to buy scrubs, shoes, notebooks and retainers for my facial piercings by Monday.
And I've only got one hundred dollars.
Wish me luck.
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[09 Oct 2007|08:55am] |
It's thirty-thousaund dollars to go to school.
It's thirty FUCKING thousand dollars to go to school.
How am I going to afford this?
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[19 Sep 2007|11:33am] |
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Some days I just want to scream "HOW DOES IT FEEL?!"
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[27 Aug 2007|09:32pm] |
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I want to crawl into a small hole and just sleep for the next two years.
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[14 Jul 2007|08:01pm] |
I'm not sure where the world is taking me.
I've been dreaming again.
This time, the entirety of Front Street is burning, and we're all trying to get across the river. Isaac is stuck in lava flowing from the shops, and I'm desperate trying to get him out. All of us are down there, all of us meaning the workers I deal with almost everyday, creating a sort of buddy system/human chain to try to get him out. Isaac breaks loose and they rejoice as I notice that my dog is sinking, and in flames. I hear her whimpers and she looks at me with these terrified eyes, almost as if asking "why are you letting this happen?" I can feel the heat from the flames and the tears roll down my cheeks as I dive in after her. The shock must have been too much, because that's where I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was on my way somewhere familiar. I think it was supposed to be Woodland, but I'm walking on the river road. It's dark, but I can see silhouettes of trees and fences. I've got a flash light and a bag of sunflower seeds. Since I don't like sunflower seeds, I decided to open the bag and trail them behind me, hopefully feeding any creature that will pick them up. Suddenly I feel a swarm of little feet and wagging tails as I'm bombarded with the hot breath of puppies. I try to grab them, but I can't, so I drop more and more seeds at my feet. I pick up a little white one and walk to my destination, only to meet Tony. I ask him if Bryan and Dannah would want it, but he shoots me down. I ask him if I can keep it and he shoots me down again. So I take the puppy and keep it in a small box in a room without windows. And that's all I remember.
I'm sick of being at work and I'm so ready to go home so I can take a shower and check out Kate's work for second Saturday.
Tattoo on Monday!
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[02 Jul 2007|06:56pm] |
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I miss you.
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[28 Jun 2007|08:27pm] |
I'm going to sell certain items that I'm tired of looking at.
-Piano. Needs tuning. Bench included. You have to come get it. $1800
-Guitar with new hardcase. Taylor acoustic. It needs new strings. $350
-Bike. Cruiser. Needs handle grips and new shifter. $50
-Bed frame. Full size, black wire headboard. $30
-Headboard alone. $20
Anyone interested?
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[20 Jun 2007|11:31am] |
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Tony's decided that my bed is more comfortable than his, therefore we're staying here at dad's a few times a week. We've got the pool here, laundry, and an almost endless supply of food. The only downside is that we're about 8 miles from downtown, and Shelby eats cat turds.
I've got eight loads of laundry to do today, I'm dying my hair, and somewhere in between piles of laundry, I'm going to go outside and tan.
Possibly Vega's tonight. Possibly.
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[19 Jun 2007|04:44pm] |
I have 94 dollars to last me two weeks. So my spending will probably consist of a pack of cigarettes every two days and a tank of gas. Lovely. I don't even have the money to pay dad for the month, and there's no way I can afford a tattoo.
Tony's got an interview on Thursday for a better job. $11 an hour, and benefits after 30 days. Mmm, benefits. Mmm, bigger apartment.
I've come to the conclusion that Shelby's going to drown in the pool. She never wants to get out, and when she is out, she's barking at it.
Dinner tonight with the family.
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[06 Jun 2007|01:17pm] |
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Beside being a pee-on at work, the world has begun to correct itself.
I had my septum pierced last week by the lovely Mr. Oak. I love it. My rooks are going to have to wait for now, but that's next on my list, followed by a third set of holes and two more cartilage.
Kate and I have decided to get victorian keyholes tattooed on the backs of our necks. I'm thinking that I don't want to start on my shoulder piece quite yet, since I'm still uneasy about which flowers I want, arranged in the right way. I'm still looking up styles of keyholes and whatnot, as well as deciding if I want to add vines and such. I'm very excited.
I love being at work and not actually working. It's my favorite past time.
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[27 May 2007|09:33pm] |
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I've decided that I really want to inflict harm upon those at the Jazz Jubilee. Vendors, patrons, children, all of them.
I'm not smashed tonight and that pisses me off. But Isaac's going to take me on a date later this week, or maybe we're all going to go to the San Francisco Zoo on Thursday.
Tony's been working 13 hour days this weekend. Last night he barely stood in the shower. And tonight he won't be home until at least 1:00am. Come on Scott, I wish to have sex at least once this weekend.
I'm tired of leaving Shelby at home for up to nine hours. She's starting to go apeshit and has decided that our underwear tastes good. The poor cats are about to kill her, and she's digging for gold in the cat box.
Colossus died yesterday. He fell off the plant and onto his back, where he couldn't get up. I felt as bad as the time my hamster died at Brandon's.
Speaking of Brandon, I had a very depressing dream involving him the other night. I put me in a funk all day. Then I stopped being an emo kid and got over it. But it still makes me wonder.
I'm back to smoking Milds. No.9's aren't good enough anymore.
I've found the perfect haircolor. Now I want a perfect haircut.
I'm off to Tony's.
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[15 May 2007|04:00pm] |
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Between joking about getting married and feeling awkward at home, I'm really beginning to think that I want my own place. It doesn't make any sense to move out right now, and I can't afford it, but there's things I want to do without feeling guilty. I feel awful that I'm never home. I want to be in a place where I can come home and it feels like home.
I'm not ready, but readiness is something that I'm never going to have. Fear drives me to resist, and I'm afraid of failing. I'm not quite comfortable with the idea, and my biggest fear is that my mother was right, and I become nothing.
Tony's borrowing a large sum of money from an account that is mine, and Dad's pissed that I want to help him out. Dad tried adding up the numbers and keeps finding that Tony wants $200 more than what adds up. I don't know what's for what, but I know that it's not going to marijuana. If any of it sees marijuana, I'm going to be pissed considering there are things he NEEDS to do before even thinking about smoking. It's not like Tony's just taking the money, he's signing a contract stating that he will pay back the amount.
As lucky as I am to have two homes, I just want one. I'm tired of making them both happy. It's not my job.
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[10 Feb 2007|12:52pm] |
So Tony and I are going to try to be parents.
Not actual parents, nitwit, but parents to a puppy.
I've been E-mailing like crazy for two days, hoping to hear back from people.
One of them has puppies available. One of them gave me a list of breeders in the PWCCA.
Yes, that stands for Pembroke Welsh Corgi Club of America.
We're planning on getting a Corgi.
Oh the happiness!
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[22 Nov 2006|02:33pm] |
My friends have gone awkward on me.
I'm fucking sick of it being this way.
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