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my neighborhood is so nice when there aren't bandits jumping out of Synagogue windows during nighthours or elderly white women (repeatedly) telling me how they were mugged a few feet away from my front gate.
i forgot what it was like to walk outside and be chilly.
i'll be going to class more often, mainly for the romanticism i associate with wearing a turtleneck+scarf and strolling around campus on an overcast day with a few books in hand.
it's October 1st.
this month always starts off fucking well, but as it progresses my will to live steadily decreases.
last year it resulted in the first of eventually 7 breakups with one person.
and me making an impromptu 11pm night-trip , alone, covering ALL of Mississippi, with intentions of never returning:
amazingly my birthday wishes remain the same, simple yet surprisingly unobtainable.
notfortheseason and i are among the last few of our peers on the verge of giving up our teenage years, forever. for me, at least, it means that i've wasted 47% of my life so thus far.
let's celebrate.
today i'm working for 12 hours. i can honestly say i hate everyone.
but perhaps by 9pm the mood will be lifted as i frantically try to fit in getting crunk @ Amy's, chemistry, and sleep before returning back to work at 6:45am.
i've found that Shiraz, though low in electrolytes, provides a good boost before jogging or 12 hour shifts.
i forgot what it was like to walk outside and be chilly.
i'll be going to class more often, mainly for the romanticism i associate with wearing a turtleneck+scarf and strolling around campus on an overcast day with a few books in hand.
it's October 1st.
this month always starts off fucking well, but as it progresses my will to live steadily decreases.
last year it resulted in the first of eventually 7 breakups with one person.
and me making an impromptu 11pm night-trip , alone, covering ALL of Mississippi, with intentions of never returning:
- [26 Oct 2004|10:56pm
anyway in 2 hours, myersexy and i will both turn 19, and scott weiland will be back on his way to prison.
all i want for my birthday is good vodka and an even better orgasm.
amazingly my birthday wishes remain the same, simple yet surprisingly unobtainable.
notfortheseason and i are among the last few of our peers on the verge of giving up our teenage years, forever. for me, at least, it means that i've wasted 47% of my life so thus far.
let's celebrate.
today i'm working for 12 hours. i can honestly say i hate everyone.
but perhaps by 9pm the mood will be lifted as i frantically try to fit in getting crunk @ Amy's, chemistry, and sleep before returning back to work at 6:45am.
i've found that Shiraz, though low in electrolytes, provides a good boost before jogging or 12 hour shifts.