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[16 Nov 2009|08:48pm] |
Making : a to-do list.
Fucking put more current mp3s on my phone.
Crop/resize/watermark Brand New pics.
Update my myspace though no one uses that shit anymore.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise EXERCISE.
Bake something interesting.
Dress up.
Vlog.
Attempt to write a poem, song, or sonnet.
Teach myself how to freestyle.
Get chinese food.
Go to smoothie king.
Start christmas shopping.
Be ambitious : attempt to write a novel.
Take my baby for a walk.
Exercise exercise exercise exerciseeeee some more.
Go on a CD shopping spree.
Drive to 54.
Tampa trip?
Plan new/more tattoos.
Car wash.
Buy new black converse.
Paint toe nails.
Paint fingernails!
Pluck eyebrows.
Do something spontaneous.
Hang out with some pals.
Love everyone.
Take a fucking order before 9 o'clock (not looking good.)
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Love myself.
Clean up my room.
Organize my jewlery.
Try the new buffalo chicken sub from subway.
Hang out with the boys.
Buy a pretzel (holy shit I just took an order) from the mall <3
Decorate for christmas.
Make a bomb ass christmas mix.
Stop freezing.
Try a new creamer for my iced coffee.
Experiment with make up.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Print this list out and try to do several of these a day for the rest of my life.
Photo-fucking-shoot.
Buy a mini-fridge.
Christmas cards!
Go to the library and read some books.
Get take out from a restaurant.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Bartending school!
Drink more water.
Meet someone new to fuck!!!!!!!!!
Stay (fly) chill.
Keep my potential double chin at bay.
Pick up art again. (Try lol)
Not mess up my damn make up when I forget I'm wearing it.
Exercise, exercise, exercise.
Get a good night's sleep :)
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[16 Nov 2009|06:24pm] |
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I love how much your step-daughter loves me :D
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[16 Nov 2009|03:57pm] |
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make sure you get a picture, I'm rockin' my fame.
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[15 Nov 2009|11:52pm] |
so happy I could die and it's alright.
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[15 Nov 2009|11:40pm] |
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I am as vain as I allow.
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[15 Nov 2009|09:18am] |
Dear Justine,
Here is your horoscope for
Sunday, November 15:
Your mind is working through quite a bit of weirdness right now, so you might have to accept a bit of a slowdown in some public aspect of your life. It's one of those things that just pops up every now and then.
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[14 Nov 2009|12:23pm] |
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stop telephonin' me
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[13 Nov 2009|11:17pm] |
My purse is fucking ballin' right now.
Tonight I got paid my paycheck, my tips, the rest of brent's paycheck, and all of brent's tips.
fuck
mother
fucking
yes
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[12 Nov 2009|09:11pm] |
I know that, if I needed to, I could run into your arms, crying hysterically, and you would comfort me.
I know this.
I don't know how to let you know that this means the world to me.
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[12 Nov 2009|12:56pm] |
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but i'm always down.
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[12 Nov 2009|12:06pm] |
"@justinemancini Stay where you are. DON'T LEAVE MOM. I would surgically attach her to me if she were my mother. LOL"
lol
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[12 Nov 2009|12:02pm] |
Step up in this bitch 5 o'clock in the mornin'
the world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawnin'.
Imma get that worm now; tell them it's my turn now.
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[12 Nov 2009|10:11am] |
wowwwwwwwwwwww past me. wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
definitely the longest futureme message I have ever written myself but lol @:
"and I let him grab my hand, I let him hold it. And then he knew. He knew I was going to take him back. The fucker was so excited."
hahahaha
god fml
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[11 Nov 2009|11:47pm] |
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I love my life so much<3
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[11 Nov 2009|11:31pm] |
Both of you have potential . . .
and you both always have.
Just sayin'.
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[11 Nov 2009|03:27pm] |
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If I don't talk about this it is not going to go away . . .
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[11 Nov 2009|10:03am] |
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"I have female friends who get together with some of the most ugliest guys, and I used to wonder, "Why is she with him, she can do way better in terms of looks," the reality is that girls don't care as much about looks as you may think, and those that do, are usually the ones who end up in the bad relationships. I've learned to stop questioning the odd pairings and realize that there's more to it than the outward appearances. "
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[10 Nov 2009|11:44pm] |
my body is freaking the fuck out ugh
just want to get rid of it tbh
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[10 Nov 2009|11:39pm] |
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'In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?'
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[10 Nov 2009|11:38pm] |
I want my nails black again
uh oh
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