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lets see, gotta get the pretense out of the way
::OW MY FUCKING BACK IS KILLING ALMOST WORSE IN SOME PARTS!!!::
one of my medicopia pieces made me red like a baby pig and uber sensitive to touch for the night last night. today? nothin.
wyl's feet eat the creep feet for breakfast. and that's a feat (no pun intended).
it's true, plans are in teh making to move far away from this stupid city/state. i'm beginning to put away money in high interest ira's and such to save up while wyl's in school.
when i leave i'm never looking back. i don't want anything to ever take me back here. i mean, i'm an east coast badass by nature, but i need to get away from all the people that've hurt me intentional and non-intentional. i need a fresh start.
plus the mortgage business is booming out there.
i hate living in an attic.
my back still hurts.
miette is finally out of heat, now to make arangements to make sure it doesn't happen again.
shane met someone. i actually like him so far.
is anyone else tired of hearing about the fucking fingertip in the wendy's chili? what the fuck.
looking at my pillcase makes me sad.
i got bitching lipstick on sale for 99 cents.
some dumbass kid got stuck in a claw vending machine. dumbass.
i've noticed my tolerance for other people's bullshit has slipped incredibly. i'm not worried about it, i've found being too empathetic leaves you open for a knife in the gut.
today we were listening to agents of oblivion and i started remembering the time in my life when i officially fell for wyl. i fell hard. really hard. and raaaaaaaan. then raaaaaan back. then raaaaaaan away again, and so on and so on. i wish i wouldn't have known how powerful this was going to be so many years later, but i've got it now so i'm not going to bitch.
oi, my body just... hurts. if i would have known when i was younger that what i was doing was going to fuck me over so bad at fucking 24 years old.... nah, fuck it. i still would have done it. live and learn. key word being LIVE. fucking get out there and LIVE. drag your ass off of that couch surrounded by sleeping bags and empty liquor bottles and kick the world's ass. yeah you.
kym the head hunter is returning to work tomorrow since my poor little kicked ass got some time to rest. motherfuckers better look out, i have a score to settle this time. get up and kill.
wow, i actually miss band practice. i can't wait till i can actually stand up with my bass strapped to me.
imma go eat something now.
::OW MY FUCKING BACK IS KILLING ALMOST WORSE IN SOME PARTS!!!::
one of my medicopia pieces made me red like a baby pig and uber sensitive to touch for the night last night. today? nothin.
wyl's feet eat the creep feet for breakfast. and that's a feat (no pun intended).
it's true, plans are in teh making to move far away from this stupid city/state. i'm beginning to put away money in high interest ira's and such to save up while wyl's in school.
when i leave i'm never looking back. i don't want anything to ever take me back here. i mean, i'm an east coast badass by nature, but i need to get away from all the people that've hurt me intentional and non-intentional. i need a fresh start.
plus the mortgage business is booming out there.
i hate living in an attic.
my back still hurts.
miette is finally out of heat, now to make arangements to make sure it doesn't happen again.
shane met someone. i actually like him so far.
is anyone else tired of hearing about the fucking fingertip in the wendy's chili? what the fuck.
looking at my pillcase makes me sad.
i got bitching lipstick on sale for 99 cents.
some dumbass kid got stuck in a claw vending machine. dumbass.
i've noticed my tolerance for other people's bullshit has slipped incredibly. i'm not worried about it, i've found being too empathetic leaves you open for a knife in the gut.
today we were listening to agents of oblivion and i started remembering the time in my life when i officially fell for wyl. i fell hard. really hard. and raaaaaaaan. then raaaaaan back. then raaaaaaan away again, and so on and so on. i wish i wouldn't have known how powerful this was going to be so many years later, but i've got it now so i'm not going to bitch.
oi, my body just... hurts. if i would have known when i was younger that what i was doing was going to fuck me over so bad at fucking 24 years old.... nah, fuck it. i still would have done it. live and learn. key word being LIVE. fucking get out there and LIVE. drag your ass off of that couch surrounded by sleeping bags and empty liquor bottles and kick the world's ass. yeah you.
kym the head hunter is returning to work tomorrow since my poor little kicked ass got some time to rest. motherfuckers better look out, i have a score to settle this time. get up and kill.
wow, i actually miss band practice. i can't wait till i can actually stand up with my bass strapped to me.
imma go eat something now.
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wait a minute:
I just did
...and, I already have....
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GET UP AND KILL!!!!
i hope you're doing well, and i hope you feel comfortable to communicate again sometimes soon, i miss ya, doofis