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So a few randoms: What is it with livejournal...Do people really live and die by this thing? I'm just curious. It's like if someone posts something, it's set in stone. I mean what about if someone comments anonymously? Is this the biggest thing in the world? NO! That's what the damn internet is for, being anonymous and a voyeur. It's like, "Oh, I can look at what people choose to write and now I know them better and they don't know it's me."-some weirdo who takes this shit too seriously
So, if anyone has any answers for me, please volunteer them. I just use this damn thing for random thoughts and to sort of keep myself aligned as to what happened recently. Sad that I need it, but, whatever.
So, went up to my brothers to check it out. Small people. I think it will work out though. I am not going to bring a lot of shit and will have my old room here for storage. And I figure i'll use my trunk some too. That damn thing is always a storage unit. Always has been and will be. I want to get my glass put back in my damn nose. This metal shit smells. I don't like it. My lip isn't healing as much as I'd like. And I bet Kiki will yell at me when I go in there anyway. I'll just have to take it like a champ. Then the pain...oh the pain....sweet pain. I need monies so bad people. I have none. I am supposed to move by like mid week next week. So let's say a week. I need money money money. My pants are finally getting fucking fixed. But, at a price. That kinda sucks. Cause I have no monies. Oh well. It usually ends up working out. I'll hopefully be able to talk the rents into giving me some. I need it and can't move without some...yes that's what I'll go with. Aight I'm out. I have a headache.
Peace and Hippy love,
SpiRaLzzzz
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So, if anyone has any answers for me, please volunteer them. I just use this damn thing for random thoughts and to sort of keep myself aligned as to what happened recently. Sad that I need it, but, whatever.
So, went up to my brothers to check it out. Small people. I think it will work out though. I am not going to bring a lot of shit and will have my old room here for storage. And I figure i'll use my trunk some too. That damn thing is always a storage unit. Always has been and will be. I want to get my glass put back in my damn nose. This metal shit smells. I don't like it. My lip isn't healing as much as I'd like. And I bet Kiki will yell at me when I go in there anyway. I'll just have to take it like a champ. Then the pain...oh the pain....sweet pain. I need monies so bad people. I have none. I am supposed to move by like mid week next week. So let's say a week. I need money money money. My pants are finally getting fucking fixed. But, at a price. That kinda sucks. Cause I have no monies. Oh well. It usually ends up working out. I'll hopefully be able to talk the rents into giving me some. I need it and can't move without some...yes that's what I'll go with. Aight I'm out. I have a headache.
Peace and Hippy love,
SpiRaLzzzz
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