I'm tired of people saying to me, "You think too much," as if it were a disease or a disorder that I need to repair. Like I can help it. The gears turn on their own.
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I guess maybe the paranoia is a little excessive, though. Yesterday, my coworkers kept telling me how great my hair looked (before I had to put it under that stupid hat) and today my manager mentioned a couple of times how great my close was, how awesome she thinks I am.. etc. So what do I think? I don't think.. oh, I must be doing a good job; or, oh, I must look especially hot today. I think.. oh man, I must be giving off depressed vibes; they must think I'm crazy.. otherwise.. why the sudden coddling? Can a girl be tired without people thinking she's suicidal?
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School's out and I'm stoked. I've been taking down a glass of wine and either (frozen) cheese pizza or fishsticks ever since, despite that I've had to work every day as well. But tomorrow Jess and I are going shopping for the ugliest Christmas sweaters we can find. I'm going to try to talk her into going with me to the piercing place to get my conch done, too. I'm so softcore.
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If you've never seen Powaqqatsi or Koyaanisqatsi, I recommend them both.. especially the latter. Very poetic.
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So... I was talking to Zack the other day, and he said that I should be a writer. But isn't everyone a writer? I've been writing for twenty years... it isn't special. But I couldn't live without it, either. In any case, I sort of made a mistake on Sunday, but was inspired by it. I'm now writing my first extended text ever. Kinda cool.
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I bought my first two movies: Romancing the Stone and True Lies.. not that they are my favorites by any stretch... but when I was looking around, I didn't want to buy my favorites.. only my second bests. Tonight, I had the urge to cruise over to Blockbuster and pick up Mannequin... I really love that movie. The sad thing about 80s movies is that they are of limited supply. In any case, I'm wearing a hole in Romancing the Stone.. and I love the private dancer scene from True Lies.. classic.
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The foghorns are working overtime lately. Such a cozy sound.
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Lately, I've been having to choose between tattoos and sex, in a broad sense. And if you really want to know, I'll tell you about it.
Goodnight, ya'll. Rex Goliath rocks.
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I guess maybe the paranoia is a little excessive, though. Yesterday, my coworkers kept telling me how great my hair looked (before I had to put it under that stupid hat) and today my manager mentioned a couple of times how great my close was, how awesome she thinks I am.. etc. So what do I think? I don't think.. oh, I must be doing a good job; or, oh, I must look especially hot today. I think.. oh man, I must be giving off depressed vibes; they must think I'm crazy.. otherwise.. why the sudden coddling? Can a girl be tired without people thinking she's suicidal?
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School's out and I'm stoked. I've been taking down a glass of wine and either (frozen) cheese pizza or fishsticks ever since, despite that I've had to work every day as well. But tomorrow Jess and I are going shopping for the ugliest Christmas sweaters we can find. I'm going to try to talk her into going with me to the piercing place to get my conch done, too. I'm so softcore.
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If you've never seen Powaqqatsi or Koyaanisqatsi, I recommend them both.. especially the latter. Very poetic.
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So... I was talking to Zack the other day, and he said that I should be a writer. But isn't everyone a writer? I've been writing for twenty years... it isn't special. But I couldn't live without it, either. In any case, I sort of made a mistake on Sunday, but was inspired by it. I'm now writing my first extended text ever. Kinda cool.
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I bought my first two movies: Romancing the Stone and True Lies.. not that they are my favorites by any stretch... but when I was looking around, I didn't want to buy my favorites.. only my second bests. Tonight, I had the urge to cruise over to Blockbuster and pick up Mannequin... I really love that movie. The sad thing about 80s movies is that they are of limited supply. In any case, I'm wearing a hole in Romancing the Stone.. and I love the private dancer scene from True Lies.. classic.
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The foghorns are working overtime lately. Such a cozy sound.
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Lately, I've been having to choose between tattoos and sex, in a broad sense. And if you really want to know, I'll tell you about it.
Goodnight, ya'll. Rex Goliath rocks.
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nattytattat:
Unfortunately, the sickness has not touched my desire to get it on...I am even more ready to pounce despite the fact that my hair hasn't felt shampoo and I've been wearing the same green pj's for over 24 hours.....see my journal for specifics.
meaney:
yeah... i dated a girl with beautiful, virgin skin. she wanted a tattoo but wouldn't let me do it because 'hey... these things never last and tattoos do.' and it didn't. it used to be i'd go to the bars and count the people i've slept with or made out with or whatever. now i count the people i've tattooed. it's the plague of a small world. that... and my stupidity. regardless, everything comes back to haunt you... or something. or maybe i just think too much.