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[10 Nov 2003|02:21pm] |
If she felt the need for a guarantee of the utter and complete freedom found in privacy that her other online journal could not provide, and thus she came crawling back to blurty like a cheap whore to again use and abuse it, it would look like this.
Hello.
I'm extremely frustrated and isolated, but I will be always. Since I last wrote, I have left home. oooh. I am 18 years old and a freshman in college. Have I ever been this bare naked honest before? Quite possibly not. I will, however, never reveal my real name, or even the state in which I now reside. Paranoid? Probably. Unnecessarily so? Undoubtedly.
I have no idea what I want to do with my... fuck life, I have no idea what I want to do with this day.
I know what I need to do with it: an english paper. But...
Well, there are always options.
I am very bored and disgusted, most of all with myself, and I will openly admit both that I don't want children, like those silly silly girls, and that I find those girls to be ridiculous. Utterly and completely. Sorry girls. Freedom to be judgmental; rock on.
Why--WHY--bother to write in the anonymous journal if you're saying nothing of importance you fucking fool? Fucked if I know. And that's something that I'm not. Fucked, I mean. That's right; I'm a fucking virgin. Don't know if I've ever said that online before either. wheee.
Also? I've very horny and have a spanking fetish.
I don't think I've ever had a more paranoid moment. I'm not stupid enough to think that anything can ever completely disappear, but I do think that I've covered enough bases and asses to ensure that no one will find this and trace it to me (no one will, not no one can), so... Eh. EH. Why the hell is writing this so frightening for you anyway? jesus christ.
I wonder if Blurty has any spanking communities...
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| Um... hi Blurty? |
[06 Jun 2003|03:24pm] |
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I'm not dead. I'm still quite active, actually, elsewhere. I still have never bothered to learn how to make my Blurty exciting (design-wise, not content-wise... What could be more exciting than Angelus-drool? ha, that was so long ago) and I don't really care, but...
Well. From time to time I'll be here. Because it hurts deep inside, the knowledge that I own one of those terrible stuck-back-in-time type journals that never, ever, ever get to advance to the present day.
Hi. It's the present. =) But only for a few more minutes. Eehhh, rough.
I think I just might join  feminism... Mais qui sait? Certainment pas moi.
It's interesting not be in class.
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| I am so sorry... |
[10 Feb 2003|08:58pm] |
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I don't know why I'm not taking to Blurty like a fly to... sticky paper, but... I'm not. Weirdness.
Well actually, I do know why-- probably because this journal is a poor replacement for my other one (I have a secret girl-boner for writing code?) and I'm only on Blurty for my not-very-active communities?
Eh.
Angelus is still sexy. I think the -US that those clever WB promotion team members have stuck on to the end of the title credits should stay for eternity.
And now, I go to wrestle with physics.
*ETA: I am still not drinking coke. My god! Why the fuck thought I would last this long? I am the best in the world.*
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[27 Jan 2003|08:13pm] |
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I. am. so. FRUSTRATED.
In, um. So many ways.
But anyway.
This weekend was incredibly non-eventful, due to the Saturday morning sore throat that blossomed into a full-bodied extremely-non-life-threatening-but-still-irksome-as-hell cold by the end of the day; and I'm sure that babysitting Saturday night and working Sunday morning reeeally helped that! Goddamn kids and their goddamn germs. *does best impression of germaphobe*
So due to the cold and the period that both previously resided in hell (I SPENT THE WEEKEND DRIPPING OUT OF BOTH ENDS), the only highlight was Friday night and the second viewing of Chicago. Mmmm. *rapes cast* That film is loverly, and I want to say that it's sexier than the show, but seeing as how I saw the show in Boston so many years ago, I can't really fairly judge... So I'll just say that the film is "YUM!"
Anyway. I'm in the library this morning pretending to do some work, and I'm like, "Argh, my life sucks because I have a COLD!" A friend who I have't seen in a while sits down next to me and is like, "Hi, this weekend I lost my virginity and my parents kicked me out of the house."
Helloooooooo perspective. How ya been?
Eh.
She's back in now. The house, that is. Because she showed up after one night at a friend's and refused to leave; her parents called the cops, who were like, "What the hell? She's a minor, you're your legal guardian, this is her house, you are calling us WHY, crazy hell bitch?" So she's staying. But still.
STILL.
It takes so much practice not to type < p > between paragraphs.
I suppose I should go do some work now...
Again.... eh.
(No coke since 1/25... go krys go!)
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[25 Jan 2003|02:34pm] |
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I. I have CRAMPS >:(! BAH.
II. THE COCA COLA KILLINGS
That's it. I fucking quit. It's not going to be easy, at all, but... I do anyway.
And now I must curl into a small bundle of pain and cry.
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| Craziness... |
[22 Jan 2003|08:38pm] |
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For the first time ever
There is a thin white box for my subject
There are many small white boxes containing the correct date and local time
There is a large white box for me to type in
There is professionalism in sight!
If that makes any sense at all...
Look Ma, I'm all grown up, and a real live almost-LJ-type-user now!!!
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER
The joys of switching over, ne?
I think I'm gonna like it here.
(i'm sorry, did i just quote Annie??)
heh
Well... hi
edit: i get it, the nice blurty folks put the < br > in for you... shibby
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