| Steady flow of empty cigarrette filters and no money.... |
[15 Mar 2008|09:51pm] |
Crap.
Crappity crap.
I'm not the only one having financial crap. Thus I'm beginning to get worried. These days shouldn't have to be so hard. This family shouldn't have to be so torn. A lot of things shouldn't have happened. Damn it all. Damn it all to hell. All I have left to day is goddamnit.
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[17 Feb 2008|11:53pm] |
I found some old writing of mine that I must have written when I really couldn't have been in a normal frame of mind. But my old writing caught my attention so I decided to tweak with it just for fun:
An old fashioned black telephone in the corner of a room rings. Charlie, a middle-aged British prat, jumps from his old, discolored recliner. He walks approximately five, ridiculously long steps to answer the call.
"Hello. Er, yes?" Charlie then takes a glance at the telephone. "You're phone is off the hook," he says to himself a little astonished. Suddenly from behind an odd squish sort of noise occurred. Charlie turned his head in a quickening motion.
"Someone is waiting for you," said the butler.
"Who may I ask?" inquired Charlie. The butler seemed a little disdained.
"Well." The butler paused. "Well, it's you sir."
"Me. Well isn't that strange." said Charlie attempting to look over the butler's shoulder and out the door. Indeed it is. Staring at the spitting image of himself, fear ensues Charlie as he realizes who he must be.
"Is that me standing right there?" asks Charlie, eyes squinting and balance beginning to fail him.
"Yes sir. It is."
"Oh. Goodness. What have I become?!"
"Well sir, I believe you've become...well sir, I was just trying to respond to what you'd said."
Charlie set his focus back towards the butler.
"Respond you did. Let the chap in I say."
"Yes sir, right away sir."
The other Charlie walked in nervously, and a bit twitchy.
"Goodness, is that how I move all the time?" wonders Charlie as he watched himself enter the room. Charlie then took and a deep breath and all he could muster from his mouth was himself bellowing and spitting, "Well well! If I may ask you, who in this hell do you think you are?!"
His other self barely two steps from the door answered, "I don't know."
Charlie was stunned to hear his other self's reply.
"Well then, I guess we better find out."
End of chapter one. That was fun...I should tweak my writing more often. But one thing to bother me for a while is which fucking tense to keep it in.
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| happy fucking new year.... |
[01 Jan 2008|05:28pm] |
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I just hate New Year's. I guess there really is nothing anyone can do about it. So fuck it, I'm off.
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Now I can't even remember what I was going to say. I'm way too out of it to even type now. My comprehension of most things at the moment are very slow and mostly not working. I feel very good though all and all. I know I didn't come here to say that. But who cares? No one reads this anyways.
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Goddamn Project Runway. Goddamn them. Urrrrgg!!
damn
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[30 Jul 2006|01:29am] |
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Agh, my body is in shock. That was by far the WORST anxiety attack of my life. And hopefully that's the last one because I honestly don't think I could take another.
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| what the fuck was that? |
[24 May 2006|07:50pm] |
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Something really weird happened to me today while I was walking into QFC. I saw an old teacher of mine that used to work at my elementary school and we looked right at each other with one of those "I know you" awkward moments. But at that same moment I felt this horrible sick feeling in my gut. Also, I'd realized I was wearing the same jacket I've had since I was in fifth grade which is around the last time I saw her. For some reason all of a sudden what I wanted to do most was rip off that jacket and be someone else. I have no idea why. But the strange thing is I have no bad associations with this particular teacher or anything about her. There's nothing to explain the reasoning behind it but I felt shitty as hell. I still can't completely get that feeling off me. Maybe I was attacked by a supernatural dark entity at that very moment, I'm not sure, but....agghhh. I don't know how to describe the feeling. There was also a sudden indescribable hate towards that jacket and sort of towards myself. Gahhh, it's just odd, that's all.
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[29 Apr 2006|09:43pm] |
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You knwo when you pruposely spit but then spit on yourself thast its time ti quit smoking the dope.
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[25 Apr 2006|11:45pm] |
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Aha! Capgun successfully retrieved. It is now in a safe hiding place. I can let it go now....
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| Sigh |
[09 Feb 2006|07:50pm] |
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Good-bye Marcy.
I will miss thee. You will always be my giant marshmallow.
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| Wow. |
[30 Apr 2005|09:09pm] |
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The Clorox Girls |
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So, I sold about 40 cds and got $80. Yes, that is a lot. Good deal for selling greatest folk hits and "Women for Women" and shit like that. GUESS WHAT? I spent $50 on it for 4 cds. 4 fucking cds! Yeaaaaah. I couldn't help it. Those cds were pretty cheap too. Like 25 songs for $9.99. I'm almost broke again. Shit.
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| It actually burns. |
[03 Apr 2005|01:37am] |
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Donnie Darko in the backround |
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So. Super glue is super fun until you glue your fingers together.
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| When will he get it? |
[20 Mar 2005|10:46pm] |
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Exploding Hearts |
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Alaskian freak! He's called 3 times this week. And luckily I haven't been home each of those times, but still. He apparently wants to hang out with me this weekend. Accccccck. Maybe he'll give a whole bouquet of fake flowers this time. Mmmph. It's getting kind of scary now though. He keeps calling. Showing up at my school. You'd think after he actually saw me running away once, he'd get it. SO GET IT ALREADY. I'm getting sick of these stalker guys. Why can't I get a nice, cute guy to stalk me? Ah, well. The eight ball said by June maybe.
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| sakeeee! |
[12 Mar 2005|10:50pm] |
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BONZAI !!! |
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Guitar Wolf - Fire Joe |
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It's very rare you meet extrodinary people that you can talk to on the same level for hours about the too marvelous things in life, and the too marvelous insignificant. Very successful hours lived. I've had my cabbage.
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| I've become a stray. |
[28 Feb 2005|10:35pm] |
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Sad puppy dog. |
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Patsy Cline |
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How sad. I've been kicked out of my other home. It's kind of alright, because I know I can go back. Buuuuut, it just feels weird now, and I'm a tinsy bit scared off. It was like she said, "go away, you're a bother", even though she said it the nicest possible way. As I was leaving I felt kind of empty. Like ouch, I got sent away. Then I realized, oh goodness, I'm going to starve. Ah well, it'll be fine, I'll just hide for a while until I feel safe. I just feel sorta shut down. Like a stray puppy that doesn't know how to do laundry. How I will miss the macaroni.
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| Cocaine, Caffine, PCP? |
[25 Feb 2005|12:05pm] |
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Biography of Ferns |
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Just a rumor, but I heard coca-cola decided to switch the caffine in it with PCP. Uhhhhhhh?
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| Murphy's Law Day |
[21 Feb 2005|12:07am] |
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Jazz yo. |
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So, my dad this morning jumps into the recycling bin thinking, "hey, this is a much faster way to crunch up the papers." The thing tips over and he hurts himself. And he says I'm flaky. The heater has also run out of gas. Hence, I am freezing my ass off. My dad, once again, later today almost gets in a car accident. Yikes. Later, the sink pipe self-destructs itself and the bathroom light goes out. This has been quite a cracked out day.
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| I like english muffins. |
[14 Feb 2005|11:31pm] |
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Yeah Yeah Yeah!...s |
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What makes good arm candy?
Let me know.
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| Aaaaahhhhh, nervous breakdowning. |
[20 Jan 2005|09:38pm] |
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Scream |
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How funny. Right when I realize I need scotch tape, I see Alex has made an entire scotch tape house out of it. This has been the most frustrating day ever.
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