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one day at a time, sweet jesus
Everyday I find something to lol about. Not always rofl; but good enough. My slipper still has that bubblegum mark, proving that, with blinded idiocy, I stepped on it. Sigh. Oh well. I'm lethargic and recovering from an 8 hour plane ride, and soothing the forming bruise on my lower back where, unexpectedly, a seat mate buried his kneecap against. ( Read more... ) -
staring at a blank wall. no wait, those are just my thoughts. . .
i dislike having my emotions and feelings impressed upon me. we're both guilty of making assumptions, i will admit, but i'm confused and unsure as to how to make things better. smiling, perhaps? i do enjoy my time here - I DO I DO I DO! i wish to scream that from the very top of my lungs ( Read more... ) -
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ah, fuck.
went to the Verizon store earlier on to exchange my phone... well, i lost all of my contacts. yep. all fifty-seven contacts out the fucking drain.
-__- what the hell am i gonna do? -
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So five became four ( Read more... ) -
Random Question: Number 1
Umm...
Is being able to only concentrate on a person's left eye while they're talking considered - oh, I don't know - strange? -
Yey. Dotdotdot.
Friends are over. I mean real friends. In person. Yeyyyy... my apartment isn't really meant for more than four people at a time, but if those precious bean-lovers can get away with over-stuffing a bachelor pad with a whole generation's worth of family, then I'm sure we'll just be fine.
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Shoot the morning...
I hate waking up and realizing it's Monday. I just got done with last week, dude, what the hell?!
Which leads me to wonder: When is the next legal 3 day weekend? x_x -
An Update From The LG Voyager!
Sounds like a really cool ship huh? Nope... it's just my phone. My beat-down raggedy phone. It does the job - not a good one, but it does it nonetheless ( Read more... ) -
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
Mary Anne Evans, more popularly known as George Eliot, was a struggling female writer who took the route of adopting a male pen-name due to public pressure. She was intelligent, of course... but it leads me to wonder about the type of personality I would have if placed in the same position as her. Would I succumb to the overpowering vices of the ( Read more... )