RAWR..... finals can kiss my pearly white patootie.
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Hi everyone! I'll visit each of you personally this weekend. And hello my beautiful Lost-in-Translation-alike.
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Why do people say that jealousy is such a bad thing? Yes, it's true that if you are a Fatal Attraction type psycho, then it can be a little inflammatory, but it always makes me reexamine my life, maybe gives me a little push to try something new. I think jealousy, like everything, is good in moderation. As long as you don't take it personally.
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Normally, I think Christmas is sort of an inconvenience. It disrupts travel plans, makes it really hard to get time off from work, promotes loneliness, and makes listening to the radio rather aggravating. But this year, for whatever reason, it feels very tranquil. Maybe it's because life as I knew it is disappearing, but Christmas is still red and green.
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Self-realization of the week: I don't like relationships, but I like to have someone always out in the wings, at my beck and call, ready to go out or make out or intimately flirt with. I feel like I should do something about this, because it doesn't seem very..mmm... karmically positive. But, I don't really like the other options: having no one or having something constantly wrapped around my life like a swan on Bjork's neckline.
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Speaking of Bjork, cocktail party on New Years Eve!
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Alright, let me just say this: I don't care how out of touch, conservative, matronly, whatever this makes me, but I think those sweatpant things with the word arched across the buttocks are SO disgusting; blatantly screaming for attention. I am not the picture of emotional welfare or self-esteem, but I think something about those pants screeches insecurity in a very sexual manner. Plus, they make me look at girls' asses.. and, I don't know man, I'm sexually confused enough as it is.
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I'm almost done with my second paper. Then just two more finals away from three weeks of holiday cheer... and I mean that in the most inebriated, sleep induced, craft-making, sexual-tension-releasing way possible. And I'll probably read the newspaper more thoroughly, too.
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Hi everyone! I'll visit each of you personally this weekend. And hello my beautiful Lost-in-Translation-alike.
![miao!!](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/miao.9f700d970e33.gif)
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Why do people say that jealousy is such a bad thing? Yes, it's true that if you are a Fatal Attraction type psycho, then it can be a little inflammatory, but it always makes me reexamine my life, maybe gives me a little push to try something new. I think jealousy, like everything, is good in moderation. As long as you don't take it personally.
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Normally, I think Christmas is sort of an inconvenience. It disrupts travel plans, makes it really hard to get time off from work, promotes loneliness, and makes listening to the radio rather aggravating. But this year, for whatever reason, it feels very tranquil. Maybe it's because life as I knew it is disappearing, but Christmas is still red and green.
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Self-realization of the week: I don't like relationships, but I like to have someone always out in the wings, at my beck and call, ready to go out or make out or intimately flirt with. I feel like I should do something about this, because it doesn't seem very..mmm... karmically positive. But, I don't really like the other options: having no one or having something constantly wrapped around my life like a swan on Bjork's neckline.
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Speaking of Bjork, cocktail party on New Years Eve!
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Alright, let me just say this: I don't care how out of touch, conservative, matronly, whatever this makes me, but I think those sweatpant things with the word arched across the buttocks are SO disgusting; blatantly screaming for attention. I am not the picture of emotional welfare or self-esteem, but I think something about those pants screeches insecurity in a very sexual manner. Plus, they make me look at girls' asses.. and, I don't know man, I'm sexually confused enough as it is.
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I'm almost done with my second paper. Then just two more finals away from three weeks of holiday cheer... and I mean that in the most inebriated, sleep induced, craft-making, sexual-tension-releasing way possible. And I'll probably read the newspaper more thoroughly, too.
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Best of luck with your finals grades.
I look forward to hearing from you. Have a great weekend!