no one, and i mean no one, fucks with my kara.

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one of my biggest gripes about the computer is that i always feel as though i find things certain people have said that i shouldn't. things like 'you're hot,' or 'let's meet up' or 'i like you.' 'let's dance.' i mean, when it comes down to it, they're just words & fun & nothing solid to serve as a catalyst to a complete breakdown ( Read more... )

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my boss has me working longer hours but fewer days and i don't mind because i can buy coffee and a muffin and read a book and have it all be okay until twelve noon. plus, i get to put in whatever cd i want at whatever time i want and i don't think any job can beat that, do you ( Read more... )

for the next two days, there will be famous hollywood celebrities and television superheros lining the streets of my hometown(!) if i hadn't cut my hair so rediculously short the other day, i could maybe put my hair up in pig tails, throw on a t-shirt and faded jeans, and go as punky brewster- sans brandon ( Read more... )

earlier, i was crying on the sidewalk outside of my house and throwing my phone into the neighbor's yard. now, i'm singing along to tori amos and wondering why the good things have to go.

i read something today that i shouldn't have & i have to keep reminding my body to move. i feel like a hiccup.