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go to your calendar, find the first entry for each month of 2005, and post the first sentence of it in your journal.
january i haven't shown my face in a while.
february i don't mean to be so distant, really.
march my eyeballs are burning.
april i turned twenty-three and wore a new green shirt and drank a bizarre combination of martinis and beer at my new favorite bar where the walls are made of brick and there are no flashing beer signs, but only nice art and it is all lit by candles and you sit on couches and seats removed from old cars and my phone rang off the hook and i felt a lot of love.
may something so unbelievably unbelievable happened that i wasn't sure i could even share it in here.
junei think it is unbelievably awesome that there is now an eight year old boy wandering around singing songs by the decemberists, tegan and sara, the shins and such.
july why doesn't target ship to canada?
august when i packed my bag to go to lisa's for the night on friday, i didn't realise it would turn into a four day adventure, but so it did.
september one week until i lose computer and cd burning access.
october i spent a night in the country dancing in a driveway, having bicycle races and eating corn on the cob.
november dear self, stop eating halloween candy. just stop.
december oh, my head.
stolen from twelve45
january i haven't shown my face in a while.
february i don't mean to be so distant, really.
march my eyeballs are burning.
april i turned twenty-three and wore a new green shirt and drank a bizarre combination of martinis and beer at my new favorite bar where the walls are made of brick and there are no flashing beer signs, but only nice art and it is all lit by candles and you sit on couches and seats removed from old cars and my phone rang off the hook and i felt a lot of love.
may something so unbelievably unbelievable happened that i wasn't sure i could even share it in here.
junei think it is unbelievably awesome that there is now an eight year old boy wandering around singing songs by the decemberists, tegan and sara, the shins and such.
july why doesn't target ship to canada?
august when i packed my bag to go to lisa's for the night on friday, i didn't realise it would turn into a four day adventure, but so it did.
september one week until i lose computer and cd burning access.
october i spent a night in the country dancing in a driveway, having bicycle races and eating corn on the cob.
november dear self, stop eating halloween candy. just stop.
december oh, my head.
stolen from twelve45