I am doubled over with love pains. Bent in half.
I love him so much. Really. Truly. Deeply. My day doesn't feel complete if he's not in it in at least some small capacity. This man has convinced me to try harder to believe in myself and humanity and God and the goodness of the entire universe. I like the world better when I'm with...
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I love him so much. Really. Truly. Deeply. My day doesn't feel complete if he's not in it in at least some small capacity. This man has convinced me to try harder to believe in myself and humanity and God and the goodness of the entire universe. I like the world better when I'm with...
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fridaymourning:
you probably don't remember me but we were sg friends and aim friends in a previous life and i just happened to rediscover you so i wanted to say hi. i also just read your blog and i think do whatever feels right. if this guy will really comeplete you the way you think he will then you have to go for it, take the chance towards your happiness. now this blog was written almost 6 weeks ago so maybe you have taken that chance, either way i hope your well.
So some marvelous wonderful person out there read the airwaves and re-opened my account FOR ME. This is wonderful! This is bizarre! This is so nice of you! I cannot think of anyone who would do this beyond the one person I already accused of doing it and they denied it so....could you please at least give me some hint as to who it is?...
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Jesus, I don't even remember the last time I was this sick. I don't think anyone really ever remembers the feelings clearly, because lemme tell ya, if I did, I wouldn't have the strength or will to go through this again.
The San Diego Black Death strikes again. My boss is pissed (we'll see how she feels when she gets it) because I haven't been...
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The San Diego Black Death strikes again. My boss is pissed (we'll see how she feels when she gets it) because I haven't been...
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sonofapunk:
Hello SuicideGirls friend! This message is copied and pasted, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you, it simply means I prefer the ability to play bass as opposed to carpal-tunnel-from-re-typing! Haha!
Regardless...
If you can read this, that means I would really appreciate it if you were to check out my band, The Wrecktals! We just recorded a demo, and a couple tracks are up on MySpace, and then a track-or-two-that's-not-on-MySpace is on FaceBook.
CLICK THIS BIG PINK SET OF WORDS TO VISIT OUT MYSPACE!!!
We really wanna make friends with you! Seriously! That's one thing that a lot of bands hate... There's this nice fat fucking gap between fan and artist. Fuck that gap. Gaps need to be fucked. Fuck it! The Gap that is! So go there! And tell us what you think!
And if you are super-friendly and rad and awesome! You caaaan...
CLICK THIS OTHER SET OF BIG PINK WORDS TO VISIT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE!!!
And again, please tell us what you think! And if you know anybody who likes their punk and ska and hardcore... Please pass the good word on!
Look! We're like Rancid! Can we have some street cred now?
Wigglywigglywiggly!
This band is my baby. We are going to be successful (in terms of creating that feeling in someone's chest when they hear that song they love, not "successful" as in "money"). It's our dream and it's gonna happen through our own hard work and passion and love for radness!
But like I said, we have a demo out. You pay $4 and you get eight (wicked-quality) tracks that last almost half-an-hour, some sweet DIY eye-candy, and instant immortality/karma! That's right! Everyone who buys our demo will have their name immortalized somewhere on the next release! So make sure we know who you are! We want to thank each and every one of you who actually listened to us!
We're playing lots of rad underground shows and we support all of those who make music for the sake of creation and expression. I've been to every fucking band I can imagine within five-bajillion-miles of me, so the favour better be returned!
My name is Christoph, but most people call me Slut (short for PunkerSlut)... And you can call me Susan, if it makes you happy... But on behalf of The Wrecktals, thank you for your time! I hope you like us!
'Cause if you read all this, it means we already like you!
Live. Love. Unity.
Regardless...
If you can read this, that means I would really appreciate it if you were to check out my band, The Wrecktals! We just recorded a demo, and a couple tracks are up on MySpace, and then a track-or-two-that's-not-on-MySpace is on FaceBook.
CLICK THIS BIG PINK SET OF WORDS TO VISIT OUT MYSPACE!!!
We really wanna make friends with you! Seriously! That's one thing that a lot of bands hate... There's this nice fat fucking gap between fan and artist. Fuck that gap. Gaps need to be fucked. Fuck it! The Gap that is! So go there! And tell us what you think!
And if you are super-friendly and rad and awesome! You caaaan...
CLICK THIS OTHER SET OF BIG PINK WORDS TO VISIT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE!!!
And again, please tell us what you think! And if you know anybody who likes their punk and ska and hardcore... Please pass the good word on!
Look! We're like Rancid! Can we have some street cred now?
Wigglywigglywiggly!
This band is my baby. We are going to be successful (in terms of creating that feeling in someone's chest when they hear that song they love, not "successful" as in "money"). It's our dream and it's gonna happen through our own hard work and passion and love for radness!
But like I said, we have a demo out. You pay $4 and you get eight (wicked-quality) tracks that last almost half-an-hour, some sweet DIY eye-candy, and instant immortality/karma! That's right! Everyone who buys our demo will have their name immortalized somewhere on the next release! So make sure we know who you are! We want to thank each and every one of you who actually listened to us!
We're playing lots of rad underground shows and we support all of those who make music for the sake of creation and expression. I've been to every fucking band I can imagine within five-bajillion-miles of me, so the favour better be returned!
My name is Christoph, but most people call me Slut (short for PunkerSlut)... And you can call me Susan, if it makes you happy... But on behalf of The Wrecktals, thank you for your time! I hope you like us!
'Cause if you read all this, it means we already like you!
Live. Love. Unity.
It's Fa-fa-fa-fafaFRIDAAAY! Hooray!!!
I'm just happy at the prospect of being able to see a few of my neighbors. They're cool, and I'm crushing on one of them pretty hard.
Oh, don't worry, I'm not off the track to becoming a nun, this is probably one of those situations where the fantasy is better then the reality. Or so I'm going to keep telling myself....
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I'm just happy at the prospect of being able to see a few of my neighbors. They're cool, and I'm crushing on one of them pretty hard.
Oh, don't worry, I'm not off the track to becoming a nun, this is probably one of those situations where the fantasy is better then the reality. Or so I'm going to keep telling myself....
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*yawn*
I've had a bottle of wine. I'm sick. I might have mono. That kind of sucks, but it could be worse. My roommates are gone for the weekend, I'm freakin' horny! Damn WHY did I take that vow of celibacy!? I hate orange; I'm no monk! Grr grrr GRRR!
When I'm drunkn and alone you know what I do? I clean. And I blog....
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I've had a bottle of wine. I'm sick. I might have mono. That kind of sucks, but it could be worse. My roommates are gone for the weekend, I'm freakin' horny! Damn WHY did I take that vow of celibacy!? I hate orange; I'm no monk! Grr grrr GRRR!
When I'm drunkn and alone you know what I do? I clean. And I blog....
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Today I woke at 6 and sat on the corner of my bed and thought of all the things I'm happy about.
I went to work where I squashed flowers with hammers, painted with pine needles, planted carrots in dixie cups, built a sand castle, played hide-and-seek, danced and made general merriement all over the place. I tried to rescue a pigeon who'd found his...
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I went to work where I squashed flowers with hammers, painted with pine needles, planted carrots in dixie cups, built a sand castle, played hide-and-seek, danced and made general merriement all over the place. I tried to rescue a pigeon who'd found his...
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Sheesh. It's been a while. I've just kinda been plodding through life. Exciting things have happened, boring days have passed, beauty has been witnessed, ugliness has been provoked or ignored. You know, the usual.
I moshed for the first time ever this last Friday. I went to go see Social D and the U.S. Bombs all by myself. I had had a monumentally stressful week...
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I moshed for the first time ever this last Friday. I went to go see Social D and the U.S. Bombs all by myself. I had had a monumentally stressful week...
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To understate: fire SUCKS.
I have not been able to go to work this week, nor will I be able to for the rest of the week. My school was in the area first evacuated, and sadly most of the families I know live nearby. My friends the Dawsons came over early yesterday am for refuge and Challah French Toast. (When tragedy strikes, make food.)...
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I have not been able to go to work this week, nor will I be able to for the rest of the week. My school was in the area first evacuated, and sadly most of the families I know live nearby. My friends the Dawsons came over early yesterday am for refuge and Challah French Toast. (When tragedy strikes, make food.)...
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Why do I always feel the need to write when I feel crappy? Why can't I write nice things? I know I'm just being hormonal, that's the worst of it. Being a chick is like being an unwilling paranoid crackhead. Once a month, the fucking universe and everything in it is out to get me.
I read an article here in the SD Reader about...
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I read an article here in the SD Reader about...
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