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[05 May 2007|04:50pm] |
if i could live as a hermit, i would. but I'm no hermit, so i won't. not because i can't, which at this time i think is true, but because i don't know if i am supposed to live alone. nor do i know if i am to live with others. i have found in the past 19 years a long heavy handed hand shake from a stranger is as good as a deal i would have made with a familiar face that had similar ideas. and it's silly to think that troubles will cease, and it's naive to wonder when the light will be brighter, but it still reigns true, everything is nothing like it seems, and plans are for people who know where they're going. i might tomorrow of next week,
but today i have no plans.
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[05 Jun 2006|10:14am] |
so i am cutting my hair tomorrow.
kinda like this i am thinking...
and i am quitting smoking....
i have changed this picture a couple of times.... but i finally found THE one.
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[31 May 2006|12:32pm] |
i have fallen into a little nest of contentment.
chill summer days.
i need to get a job.
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[28 Nov 2005|11:05pm] |
these things....they are the things that put smiles on my mouth and tickle me pretty.... i guess i just had to make this list.
great friends.
music.
smiles.
sand.
toothpaste.
punkrock safetypins.
normal town.
phones.
stars.
icecream.
harry potter.
my sister.
cigarette specialties.
baby pumpkins.
sharpie markers.
dilated pupils.
painting.
snow.
the Eiffel tower in a living room.
swings.
piano.
lady bugs.
scrabble.
rainbow shadows.
books.
leaves.
tootsie rolls.
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[27 Oct 2005|09:41am] |
maybe i should to move to Kansas City...
i dont even know anymore.
i dont know if i can stay here...i dont know if i can move.
i just know that i am out.
out.
i am going to the park.
and i am going to swing.
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[26 Oct 2005|10:09am] |
| In a Past Life... | 
You Were: A Mute Beekeeper.
Where You Lived: Scotland.
How You Died: Dysentery. |
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| butterflies.... |
[26 Oct 2005|09:02am] |
a smile.
a hello.
a goodbye.
some words in between.
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[13 Oct 2005|05:24pm] |
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happy with the aftermath. |
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oh shit.
i love memories. drunken ones. sober ones. even the fucked up ones that make you who you are.
always learning. new situations every day. every moment.
i am content. the people who are supposed to be my friends are...and the ones that arent, dont affect me anymore.
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| christmas trees mann..... |
[09 Oct 2005|09:39am] |
the night of october 7th...
absolutely phenomenal.
we created memories that will be with me for the rest of my life.
it was THE best time i have ever had.
i love you elise david and mark!! thankyou for all of it.
♥
oh and you too rosco and pete.
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[27 Sep 2005|10:35pm] |
but when you are forced to think of the alternative, you might want something else.
something that you have never had to want.
something that you have almost wished the opposite of.
in my next life i will train my thoughts to be more careful.
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[22 Sep 2005|02:22am] |
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dreams.....meet me on the corner of 153rd and wishes blvd.....i wont be standing here for long so hurry.
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[14 Sep 2005|01:30pm] |
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movienightswhenparentsaregone. |
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what is cancer anymore???
everyone gets it.
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[01 Sep 2005|09:45pm] |
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tea and blankets |
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music |
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sappy soundtracks |
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confusion. random words jumbled in my brain.
a look two looks and a smile that is supposed to mean something?
sifting through the treasures and the muck that people throw me.... unknowing and deliberate; i wonder why i do this.
there's a mirror in my window, but i can still see the tree outside. it's what i choose to see i suppose that matters...
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[26 Aug 2005|02:59pm] |
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showers. |
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blood brothers. |
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a) there's a mushroom ring that grows a little bit more everytime i ride my bike to work. i think it's pretty, but some dude will probably kill it before i see it again....
b) my brother is jocky.
c) if canada adopted a rigid caste system and the eleite decided that they were the only ones who could use the word 'fizzled', would anybody really even care that much? or would they flaunt the fast that they could use the word and we'd have to say stuff like 'pooped', 'tuckered' or 'carbonated'...?
d) eesh... unicorns and horses keep racing through my brain because of lisa frank folders.
e) my friend is selling her horse for money. she doesnt want to.....but she is going to anyways. that makes me sad.
f) this man comes into our work every night. each and every night he'll talk to me about art... seems he has an interview at a studio. i think he's lying, but all the power to him. i think i'll humour him because it seems like a dream he needs to play out somewhere...
g) this is not a proper lowercase g. i like the type with the looped descender...
the looped descender is king!
h) i still hate my job... it gets me down everyday of my life when i wake up and know that i need a change but cannot get close to it...
i) i told a girl at work on sunday about my guilty pleasures of harry potter novels and she laughed and put a quarter in my palm....it confused me greatly.
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