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Picture me sitting deep in study at my desk. It is filled with my history work, and I am pouring over my notes on a pholisophy book. I look longingly at my AIM, wishing I had time to talk to my friends, but not doing so because I am in presuit of finding the essentials of these chapters and writing a paper. It is not hard work, and I am able to ( Read more... )

All right you lazy peices of shit. How come none of you called me out on the Buddha thing. I mean, how much easier can it get? No one even called me arrogent, which is a first. I feel like everyone is slacking as of late. Start being interesting, too. I mean damn, some of your lives are boring. Pick it up, go join an orgy at the beech, or ( Read more... )

I am the Buddha.

I have reached through the maya to find my Ataman. I am unsure if I will ever post anything not humorous again as of yet, but I know that one cannot limit the future, or put constrains on it.

Because of your interest in my personal life, I have decided to drop you a line in my live journal, which you undoubtedly read.  First all, I would like to state that I am female. Now, you may not be aware, but that means I am lacking a penis and therefore have no interest in pills for erectile dysfunction, and am already capable of having multiple ( Read more... )

April fools day... and it's not a happy day. A close friend of mine is in the hospital, and I haven't really learned what's wrong yet. I'm waiting for her to feel well enough to call me. If I had a god, I'd pray.

I feel the need to have closure to a friendship that shouldn't have ended the way it did, but I got angry, and suppressed my feelings, and failed to communicate. Then, to top it off, instead of bothering to explain how I felt, and what made me angry, I reacted by being passive agressive, because I felt I had been betrayed. Not by incidents that ( Read more... )

Despite how tramuatized I felt by having to throw out some random stranger my roommate picked up because he wasn't takin no for an answer, I have a sudden recollection of throwing him his shirt and pushing him outside into the cold, and that amuses me. Seriously. Especially since I kinda think he's a frat boy. The thought of him walking ( Read more... )

I've been so sick, the last four days are like a blur. Finally better for St. Patties day, I think. People are coming over ( Read more... )

I have pickles.

They are Vlasic Zesty Dill Spears.  When I tried to open them earlier, the pickle jar refused.  I banged, I ran water over it and banged, and I tried pure force.

The pickle jar would not come unstuck.

Finally I went and got the yellow rubber glove, and it came undone.  There is a moral to this story.

Pickle jars fear the ( Read more... )