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[15 Apr 2008|05:21am] |
i am going to make a book out of cloth and i will embroider the words and it will take forever and it will be worth it because fucking A: it's a book made out of cloth.
i have two obstructions: first i'll have to figure out a way to firm and stabilize it (probably just a cardboard cover, but we'll see). the second is more important, and that is what to write in my book.
SO! if you guys want to suggest something, i'm listening.
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[15 Apr 2008|06:16am] |
my little sister was the most adorable fucking child ever when she was little. she had the biggest, bluest, damsel-in-distress eyes that anyone could ever own, short of modern technology. to boot, she was very affectionate and sweeter than you could ask for. check it:
aw. ♥! you know if you were a pedo you'd hit that. all the fucking time.
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[15 Apr 2008|12:22pm] |
just remember.. just remember.. just remember.. just remember.. just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember.. just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember just remember.. just remember just remember just remember just remember.. just remember just remember.. just remember.. just remember just remember.. just remember just remember just remember just remember.. just remember just remember just remember.. just remember just remember just remember.. just remember.. just remember.. just remember just remember just remember.. just remember.. just remember... This, too, shall pass.
in case you couldn't tell from my activities, i spent a lovely sleepless night with myself. and it was, in fact, lovely.
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[15 Apr 2008|12:35pm] |
on the other hand, it would pass through much more easily if my roommate and her boyfriend wouldn't fight while i'm in the room with them. they should go to search for summer houses elsewhere, because they do have places to go and i'm not turning down my music (here-first rule and all that).
of course on the other other hand, i could always kill the loud one. that would solve a couple problems, and if i pull it off right i can prevent other complications. i used the word other way too fucking much.
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[15 Apr 2008|05:50pm] |
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i have this sort of hard boiled egg taste in the back of my mouth, and i have no fucking clue where it came from because i haven't eaten eggs, much less hard boiled, in like. a week. ish.
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[15 Apr 2008|06:00pm] |
i'm going to repeatedly bash my head into a wall soon. or just pass out.
Stone building computer lab (where i will be subbing for someone for the next three hours) is partially underground and rarely used. how depressing.
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[15 Apr 2008|06:28pm] |
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increased productivity starts.... NOW!
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| list of symptoms |
[15 Apr 2008|07:05pm] |
includes: increased heart rate, decreased body temperature, severe boredom and hotness, blurred vision, possible mild sweating on the feet, excessive energy (leading to twitching and nesses of the like), decreased appetite, increased motivation, minor hallucinations just outside field of view, slight "loss of coordination" and the tingle of 1000 tiny dying suns across the skin
and i have to pee. :D
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[15 Apr 2008|08:13pm] |
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not anymore (mostly), but i'm still being productive. yes!
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