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[Sep. 29th, 2011|02:38 pm] |
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What's amazing is that when you're a little bit hungry and you drink your tolerance is like nooothing. So I had a beer, only one and I'm buzzed. That is nice. I need to make myself a late lunch though. Today was a sort of productive day. I got my license renewed and I discovered there IS a junk yard down the street from me that DOES carry the car part I need to fix my window. Seriously, having a boyfriend that knows this car stuff is like... a gold mine. I'm dating a gold mine. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|11:16 pm] |
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Sometimes I feel like... it's hard to tell if I'm being a bitch or not. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2010|10:08 am] |
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I dreamed you weren't there. I was looking for you but you were already gone. There's a you shaped hole in my subconscious and no matter how I try to fill it, you're still there even when you're not. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2010|05:01 pm] |
I was totally attracted to the guy who came to our apartment today as a possible roommate. I was fluttering with nervous energy and I couldn't catch my breath after he left. I was sure it was because it's almost the end of the month and we really need someone to move in. I just texted him to be sure he contacted our landlord though (we've had a lot of issues with flakes) and that fluttering heart feeling came back full force!
I've already assured myself in my head repeatedly that he's gay and not to think about it... but heart flutters? Oh my. It's been a while. :) |
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[May. 23rd, 2010|02:57 am] |
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My hair smells like smoke but not too bad because it's clove smoke.
We watched some Star Trek and I wanted to pass out more then anything but I stayed awake to make it until now. Now I can fall asleep and not dream of boring things like before. When I napped today my dreams were worse then nightmares, boring to the core. Something good awaits me in dreamland, I'm sure of it. |
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[May. 19th, 2010|12:00 pm] |
Sometimes when I see something really beautiful it hurts a bit because I know I won't be able to capture that moment/sensation/emotion with my camera. I just have to savor it and let it pass and risk it that I'll forget it entirely.
I have walked in many moccasins and seen many things, but I have much still to learn and miles to go before I'm home. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2010|01:02 am] |
Chatting with my roommates about sex again. I think it's because we're all so under-sexed and single. It gets kind of awkward sometimes though. I don't reeeally want to know so much about my male roommate but the other one asks him these probing questions and I'm just THERE, like 'Hiii.' It's my own fault. I could leave the room or steer the conversation away... but I don't.
I've been watching the tree outside my window as the leaves grow big and fat and deep green. Spring is pretty awesome. It's the season of love... or in some cases horny-ness. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|02:30 am] |
If I was injected with a death serum Sarah McLaughlin's music would lull me right into it. I'd be like, ok I'm ready.
This was what I thought as I lay in bed earlier today half heartily fighting the Nyquil stupor I'd put myself in. I kinda had a fever and was defiantly ill and staying home from work for a reason. I had my ipod on and was trying to drift back slowly into consciousness. I'd been sleeping on and off for five hours or so. Sarah made me want to go under again. She made it look good though. The welcoming arms of sleep.
I wouldn't mind being held by them now dammit. Can't sleep. Wooonder why. Oh Sarah. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2009|01:03 am] |
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs.
Post the poem that results.
The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Girl, You Really Got Me Now
(This came out kind of angsty and horny... which is amusingly correct.)
Help come when you need it most
Got a message in my head that the papers had all come
This is the end
Breath on me
I need your arms around me
Where you are that's where I wanna be
Won't you close your eyes
Girl, you're getting that look in your eyes
I wish, I wish my baby was born
Check whose smile do you wear
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Tears of my Heart (deora ar mo chroi)
Put it on
I feel alone without you tonight
I am the one who can please you
As I travel down life's pathways
Come on baby light my fire
And when I asked for a separate room
The first time, ever I saw your face
Now that you started something |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:01 am] |
Sleeping in strange parts. People woke me up at 10:30pm with their saturday night loudness and I haven't been to sleep since. I feel sort of nauseously hungry but if I eat I'll have to wake up too much. So it's off to bed very soon. I haven't had good dreams in a week or so. My dreams have been full of mundane anxiety lately, too much like real life. Maybe I should just go make some eggs and then go to sleep. How can I expect to have good dreams on an empty stomach?
Eggs.
Then dreams. |
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