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Since when were we only allowed 150 interests? And why am I the only one interested in marauding monks? That can't be right. I dislike going to bed so early, but I don't want to be late. I was surprised to find Cleveland was so far away, miles-wise. If I lived 40 miles away from DC, it would take years to get there, but the trip to Cleveland has 65mph roads and only about two miles of traffic. If you can even call it 'traffic'; I was still going about 30 mph in the 'trouble spots'. Those are fabulous speeds, compared to the rubbernecks at home.
How have I gone so long without playing with the "latest entries' link on the front page of livejournal?
I just found this random gem:
I do not like how people take me for some naive, inexperienced little girl who's been sheltered from a world of grief and trials. Hello, the show "The OC" had to get its inspiration somewhere. I'm not saying from me, but that stuff happens (granted, everywhere) and I've seen it. Like one of my best friends who mysteriously got a "new kitten" every week when we'd see the fresh cuts on her wrists in neat, evenly spaced rows, or the attempted rape from a boyfriend, or terrified calls from a friend who's just seen all our other friends fall into a drunken stupor, or being in charge of making sure my friend's eating disorder didn't get out of hand, making her eat and then making sure she didn't vomit afterward, or the desperate calls from an ex who's been abandoned at the hookah bar in Garden Grove at 2 in the morning and is being threatened by the local gang because he's white. Yeah, I've had a little experience.
*pets* Oh, you poor girl. Your life is so difficult.
How have I gone so long without playing with the "latest entries' link on the front page of livejournal?
I just found this random gem:
I do not like how people take me for some naive, inexperienced little girl who's been sheltered from a world of grief and trials. Hello, the show "The OC" had to get its inspiration somewhere. I'm not saying from me, but that stuff happens (granted, everywhere) and I've seen it. Like one of my best friends who mysteriously got a "new kitten" every week when we'd see the fresh cuts on her wrists in neat, evenly spaced rows, or the attempted rape from a boyfriend, or terrified calls from a friend who's just seen all our other friends fall into a drunken stupor, or being in charge of making sure my friend's eating disorder didn't get out of hand, making her eat and then making sure she didn't vomit afterward, or the desperate calls from an ex who's been abandoned at the hookah bar in Garden Grove at 2 in the morning and is being threatened by the local gang because he's white. Yeah, I've had a little experience.
*pets* Oh, you poor girl. Your life is so difficult.