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[23 Dec 2003|11:32pm] |
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Christmas is coming. My mother and father didn't give a fuck about what religion we were or grew up to be but we always celebrated Christmas. My mom had me when she was fifteen and when she turned to her church for help, they shunned her so she always called herself a spirtual runaway, which is kind of cool. My dad plain didn't give a fuck. So I chose Catholicness, or whatever, because Jewishness (or whatever) is cool but you only get one present every night for eight nights so it's like, okay, eight presents. My guidance counsler in seventh grade told me to choose my religion on its aspects and beliefs, not its holidays. I didn't listen to that and chose Catholic so I could have fun on Christmas and get more than eight presents. I chose this when I was twelve. Now I fucking hate the religion and wish I didn't fucking pick it but now I got the fucking holy water on my hair in eigth grade so I can't really change it. Christmas is fucking fun because I get to go to alot of really cool parties and my mom sends me presents in the mail. I wish I could change myself to no religion though, because I could still celebrate Christmas and not deal with the fucking stupid shit in the Catholic religion.
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[23 Nov 2003|09:11pm] |
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Today I was in the garage at my mother's house. Yeah, the wasteland where my name is Rose. Anyway, I found my first guitar. It was really beat up and dirty. And I played it. For hours. And then my niece, Verenni came in and said, "Aunt Rose, are you okay?" I was so into it, banging my head and jumping and shit and I think I heard her but I ignored it. I guess she was scared at my hyper antics, so she got my mom outside to get me to stop. My mom pulled the guitar away from me and said, "Stop. Now." I got really pissed and went off. "Why the fuck should I?" She steamed up. "Because your family who came here all the way from Florida are here and with this dreadful noise you're annoying people." I got pissed and was just like, fuck that. I got in my car and drove away. I'm not fucking talking to those son of a bitch people especially my fucking crotchety fucking mother.
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[29 Oct 2003|09:11pm] |
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Hey motherfuckers. If you must know I left the Distillers over a "drug related bust-up" so don't ask me why I left. Grr . I'm going to see Ryan in a few fucking days. He is a cool fucking guy. I'd love to go hang with Andy, Brody and even Tony. I should call her.
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[27 Oct 2003|08:00pm] |
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Haha I just called Pierre and told him about us getting married and divorcing or whatever, how weird am I. Anyway, I hadn't called him in fucking ages. We hardly ever talk now. He's such a fuck. I'm just trying to remember how we met. I bet it was so fucking stupid. I mean he's cute but that's just the problem, he's too nice. Fuck, I'm going to be thinking about him for fucking forever. I'd fuck him to see what it's like haha. Man, I'm tired.
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[27 Oct 2003|07:37pm] |
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Hahahahaha. What the fuck ? Now that is fucked up. I can't wait to tell the motherfucker.
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Drain The Blood - The Distillers |
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Hi, I'm Casper.
I used to be in The Distillers.
I forgot why I left.
But it's cool, I still see Brody and shit.
She's my motherfucker.
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