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friends locking a lot of old entries
just a heads up, older things in the journal are friends locked now.
it shouldn't make any difference for most of the people who read this. -
the breezeway smells like indian food
it's a grey, grey, grey day. it's not supposed to rain until tomorrow, but it looks like rain today. then again, i'm better at guessing the weather in california, and not so good at it in new york any more ( Read more... ) -
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so, i've got a short little doctor who drabble. it's ten+donna and there's no claiming that this will make sense. in fact, it probably won't. i'm almost sure it won't. then again, it's late and i'm loopy and i'm hoping it might get a smile. still, even if you're not on the inside of the joke, maybe at least a small mental lol?
anyway, this is ( for nell: ) -
random rain
I was walking to a diner with my uncle and it started pouring, as it tends to do, so we ducked under an awning. There was a sheet of rain coming off the edge of the canvas. Onerupublic's stop and stare came on my blackberry radio. It seemed significant at the time. I'm sure it wasn't, really, but it gave me this swell of... Something ( Read more... ) -
i've got a haircut. first big change to my style in, like, a decade - not even kidding
i've got bangs. not very short ones. they're pretty long and not incredibly obvious, but it's still a change for me.
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injury in the toiletries aisle
i got hit in the head with a giant plastic dump truck full of candy ( Read more... ) -
music meme
1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
vr2lbast gave me the letter C. i have 704 songs that start with the letter C, and could listen to them for nearly 48 hours. picking just 5 and rejecting 699? not as easy as you might think. seriously, i swapped songs out so ( Read more... ) -
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When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.
Self Pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. Lawrence