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I guess that I like "emo" genre music. I like the sounds of Deathcab and Postal Service and Bright Eyes. But I'm not the type to listen so much to the lyrics as the music. If I like how something sounds, that's good enough for me. I even 'get' some of the lyrics, but often times they are laden with personal-references that are coded so I can't ( Read more... )

Today was pretty interesting. I spent the morning being OCD in the kitchen and living room. Sweeping, vacuuming, laundry. The usual list. I ran around dropping off mail and bank deposits and whatever else needed to go. My landlord found me and showed me some work that needed to be done. It is kinda weird being part of 4 roommates because the ( Read more... )

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So, that feeling where you and certain others know that bad things are going down, and nobody else in the crowd has any clue. You look at eachother and there is a staleness in your gaze, an avoidance of reality, willing something else to happen, but knowing in your heart that it can't or won't. And there is a small dread in the next five minutes ( Read more... )

It's almost 11 on Sunday night. I've got a few projects going on in my life. Looking for lost items. Looking for a way to make some much needed money for a big project in the future (more info on that later). Getting flack about job from mom again (LAME!). Waiting for life to turn upward again and to see God in His amazingness ( Read more... )

OK, so last Saturday (in March) we had a yard sale at the church. It went off pretty well, but there was another factor right before we started. At the same church we've been dealing with churchmice. While it is nice to have little faces running around, it is not sanitary, so we got a humane trap and have been catching them and releasing them at ( Read more... )

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So, if 1/2 half of the now divorced parental unit is trying to buy my love with lots of stuff, and I accept that stuff, does that make me a prostitute/whore? Moral dilemma.