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[01 Aug 2003|12:00am] |
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"Sexy Boy" by Air |
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It's amazing how feelings and opinions of a person can flee so quickly... and apparently karmatically. I guess I'm fickle, I'm not sure. People just come and go. I'm not sad though, just fighting to remember what it felt like and to maybe shed the proverbial sentimental tear of sorts. I guess us cucumbers accept the cycle of raw life. I seem to want a revenge of sorts... a sets of proofs that will make seen the greatness that was and will be for all.
Living well is the best revenge. I get it. The mature snub, the productive, "ah-ha", a covert flaunt clothed in ambition. It'll happen.
I think I'm full of crap sometimes.
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So I've left all of my packing and preparations to the last minute. Arguments fought to a slow burn of a heated discussion have been holding me back. An irrational, elderly Worrier cannot be reasoned with. Be pissy; I've done my best. I've been accommodating. I don't appreciate your offensive death throes, they aren't graceful. Calling my bf a loser you wouldn't give the time of day to won't make me stay home w/you, Mummy Skin. Think again. What a bitch she was today. She mentioned none of her kids had ever spoken to her like I had... this left me twistedly smug.
Shit, seeing a 69 year old act like an infant is top quality entertainment.
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[01 Aug 2003|09:28pm] |
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Yay! Tomorrow morn I leaves for Haliburton! I'm so excited I'm talking like a five year old in my head....
No thanks to Mummy Skin for making my departure as pleasurable as watching two sea lions fornicate.. but I'm leaving. May worry consume you like a plague of locusts. I'm getting a tan and taking cool pictures. Will post some; promise.
(Doesn't this sound a lot like  newzerokanada's last post?)
Oh well. Humor me and pretend like it's new shit. Copy and paste if you like, I won't notice.
Take care all, and I'll see you in a week!
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