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| 10:05am 13/12/2007 |
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This is miserable.
My disposition went from miserable to desirable, and back again in like, three weeks.
I keep getting job offers in Seattle because I registered that I lived in Washington on some website. Should I relocate? Perhaps. But I despise Seattle.
Also, all my new songs will be under the moniker "Fool Killer" in an obscure Marvel comic reference.
"the Entrails of the Last Priest" no longer exists. R.I.P.
I love you, but i can give up if you want me to. I mean, as in not calling at 4:30am. I want to be your friend but...I have nightmares of you fucking other people...Also, I am an idiot. I really want her to not fuck this new guy. |
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| 11:08am 26/11/2007 |
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i had more voicemails in the two days my phone wasn't working than i did in the past three months that i've had my phone.
but most of them were from someone i care about immensely.
so it's ok! |
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| huffin' from the Bart bag |
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| 11:10pm 10/10/2007 |
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hm. yeah.
i'm trying to accomplish many tasks at once. every time i see a commercial about something that reminds me of someone, i turn into a doucheface. |
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| 11:53pm 04/10/2007 |
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so i tattoo instructions on my ass, that say 'don't ever put this body in a casket', burn it and put the ashes in a basket, and throw them in the puget sound, i don't ever want to be underground |
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| the red lights mean you're leavin', the white ones mean returnin' |
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| 07:37am 24/09/2007 |
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music: the arcade fire - headlights look like diamonds
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regardless of what you think of mine and elle's relationship, i really was the happiest i've ever been when i was with her.
which is kind of sad.
jesus, am i ALWAYS sad?
i forgot this journal resembles a long drawn out suicide note.
cheer up, asshole! |
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| thank god no one i know reads livejournals anymore... |
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| 01:32pm 18/09/2007 |
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[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<journal [...] don't>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] <journal entry deleted due to realization that it may have still been read by someone who i don't want to read it> |
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| BLUES TRAVELER 2K7! |
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| 02:04pm 19/07/2007 |
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Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah humor me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
And shake me and my confidence
About a great many things
But I've been there I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singing "hey babe let's keep in touch"
Hey baby let's keep in touch
But I want more than a touch I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't you feed me a line
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
Tra la la la la bomba dear this is the pilot speaking
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
My cup shall always be full
Oh I like coffee
And I like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down |
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| 02:12am 08/06/2006 |
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no more bitching. i'm just going to do something about my shitty situation. forilla. it's not really that unfixable anyway. |
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| 04:27pm 25/04/2006 |
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So, yeah. I guess what I should have done is post sober instead of drunk. I've been sober since 4/21!
I miss Elle and I fucked up and I'm trying to get better, and I hope there's a chance somewhere down the line.
Junkies be damned to hell.
Elle rocks I, uh, don't. |
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| 08:39pm 21/04/2006 |
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Throwing around a football on your birthday is totally way cooler than having a girlfriend you love and have sex with.
Oh fuck YEAH! |
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| 03:47pm 20/04/2006 |
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TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY! AND I JUST GOT OUT OF REAL REHAB! WOOHOO!
I met a cool heroin addict in rehab I might spend my birthday with.
Heroin addicts are awesome.
But probably not. |
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| 07:07pm 10/04/2006 |
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Dear Jesus,
When I'm done writing this letter I'm gonna throw it in the garbage.
'Cause at least the garbage is real!
Stay real, Garbagehead! |
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| 12:39am 05/04/2006 |
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I know I'll be fine. But I'm homeless and I hurt the only person I've ever loved.
Totally not so awesome.
Not tits. At all. |
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| 11:36pm 04/04/2006 |
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This is totally NOT tits. |
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| 03:10am 01/04/2006 |
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Oh, how I love to mentally torture myself.
If I could kick myself in the crotch, I would.
Oh well.
I should seriously find a job and soon.
Or I may soon be hanging out on Sandy Blvd slangin' my butthole for a warm meal and a place to lay my head. |
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| i'm not pure and i'm not pretty, and i'm not going to salt lake city |
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| 06:00pm 25/03/2006 |
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music: the dwarves - salt lake city
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Checking myself into detox was perhaps the best decision of my life.
I'm actually insanely happy right now.
Other than the fact I have to move all my stuff and not see Elle for awhile.
We're sort of back together, I think. I hope.
I'm really going to make things work this time.
Oh, and did I mention I'm really happy and I feel REALLY fucking good?
Oh, and to Denise: Thank you so much for the Slingshot. Hot pink ROCKS. I am so totally going to mail you something when I find something totally awesome and worthwhile. |
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