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midnight pantie parade

     

Saturday, September 14

 
why did you mess with forever?

Friday, September 13

 
jared has a small dick...tony is hung...yeah...

Thursday, September 12

 
uh huh uh huh uh huh.

if any of you go on to study english in college. a word to the wise: take a lot of time reading. especially if you're going to umo, and you're going to take eng. 170 and you have to read notes to literature by theodor adorno. it takes about three hours to read twenty pages of his stuff.

Tuesday, September 10

 
sometimes i wonder how much shit gets said behind my back. by everyone and anyone. because i'm paranoid and i don't like anyone. i know it's a lot. i can feel it in my veins.

tomorrow is stupid. i can't wait untill it's done with. i don't mean to sound like an unpatriotic wench, but i don't want to hear about it. it was a tragedy, i don't want to see it anymore.

oh, and yes, i am so lucky as to be working tomorrow. on september 11th. with my least favorite person joe. joy.

i miss morgan. a lot. and natalie. and kara. and nicole. and sara. and liz. and kiel. and ben. and juli. and emily. and everyone. a lot.

but chris the most. because it's stupid like that. i miss working with him. i miss hearing about his day and never telling him about mine. when i went into work today, there were no stories exchanged. i just bitched about how stupid war is, got everyone mad at me, was insulted by joe, and left. i have to keep quiet tomorrow, because if i don't, people will kill me. but is that necessarily a bad thing? nope.

i'm gonna be the kind of girl who "fakes it all the time." and we love my coworkers because they're skanky. and one wants to do me. i think. but is that necessarily a bad thing? nope.

you could distinguish miles from coltrane. easily.
 
i love grandma mangles.

ow, my heart.

Monday, September 9

 
i miss no-one because everyone's here...i like some stuff...especially when alicias lets me borrow clockwork oranges so i can finally finish the damn movie two months after i started it...i really like that...

boogers are not for your eating...she is not friggin sexy...

she is quite the opposite...

eat a dick
 
and in response to previous post.

hey. i miss grandma mangles. :c(
 
i'm the breath you forgot to take.

Sunday, September 8

 
i like boys in dumb american cars who try to pass the marmaduke, but the marmaduke kicks their dumb car's ass.

i like when this happens without me knowing that it was chris.

i like realizing that he wanted me to pull into the 711 parking lot as i turn onto broadway from the griffin road.

i like turning around to go follow him, and instead end up following some car that looked like his around bangor.

i like getting really scared when i realize i've been following some random guy around for the past five minutes.

i like me when i don't like my coworkers.

so i don't like me right now.

Don't you Even think about it.

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