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Charolette Sometime (charolette_some) wrote,
@ 2004-07-31 00:45:00
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    Current mood:awake
    Current music:Dj Shadow ~Blood on the motorway~

    Wake The Mummy!
    I can't sleep. =(

    Thank you for the magnetic poetry!
    It's my new toy.

    Trudgeing in a lie
    Under the love chain
    I fall in a moments skin
    Rip me out of you
    Sweat & Blood
    Need him
    Want me
    Robbed bare
    Some never see.

    Oh the fun! I know it doesn't make any sense at all.

    I was just thinking how much crap I have in my apartment. Jack has his clothes, some dvd's and cd's and thats pretty much it. I am such the pack rat when it comes to keeping things. I have so much well, JUNK! Seems the bigger my apartments get the more junk I aquire. Gotta part with some of it but I have the hardest time giving it up. Every single thing I have has memories or a special person that gave it to me yadda yadda yadda.
    For instance my elephant collection. Elephants are my favorite animal. When I was fifteen I was on a trip to Mount St.Helens and I bought a little elephant made of ash from the mountain. I thought it was a cool sovenir so I marked where it was from and put it on a shelf in my room. After that day whenever I was on a trip or visiting somewhere cool I would buy an elephant, write where I had gotten it and put it in my collection. Once all my friends and family members (mostly my mother) found out about this they thought that was the thing to get me whenever they went anywhere. Everyone that knew me would go on a trip and bring me back an elephant of some kind as a gift. I really appreciated their kindness and was really touched by it all...in the beginning. *sigh* Now my apartment looks like a freakin african safari. I've got elephant salt shakers, dishes, candle sticks, cookie jars, pictures, even an elephant tea pot. Don't get me started on my stuffed 'elephant' animals that my mom gave me (apparently she still thinks im 10). It's a mess! Finally I had to actually request that I stop getting them before people come over and think I've got some kind of sick elephant shrine going on. Oy vay! I've even given some away and still have elephants coming out my ears.
    I need to move soon- they just raised the rent on me. I pay $935.00 for a one bedroom. I can't believe how expensive California is. Supply and demand. If I still lived back in Colorado I could be paying a mortgage with that amount. To own a home out here you pretty much have to make at least over 50K to live comfortably. It sucks. I love it here. I just wish it wasn't so expensive. How come all you guys (with the exception of Claire who lives in La La Land) owns a home?
    By the way Isa brought me back some killer shoes from her trip to London. I don't know what brand they are but I love them!
    I would love to visit England. Every Brit I've met has been so cool. When I was 15 I used to have a HOT friend named Justin from Liverpool (i think?) who used to come with his family every summer. I met him when I was smoking outside a pool hall and he asked me for a 'fag.' The friend I was with thought he was insulting him and calling him a fag and I had to explain that he meant a cigarette. We were always together after that. He used to make fun of my accent non stop. We would try and imitate eachother and die laughing. No one has ever made me laugh as hard as that kid. I loved him. We used to email back and forth but I lost touch with him about a year ago when I moved. Last I heard he was getting married and moving to Spain. I wonder what happened to him? Hrmm. Justin where have you gone?

    Alright I'm finally sleepy.

    Goodnight Lovers.



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