Monday Feb 23, 2004

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today is my birthday. second one this year!

but just cos i've got two and you don't doesn't mean they're less important. so reverence can be submitted after the beep.

beep!
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tabarin:
hey heather, sorry long time since the reply... I need picture ideas, can you send me something to draw on? Thanks. um like happy second birthday
billybillybilly:
I like you...as for whispering-*salacious...*

Tuesday Jan 20, 2004

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blah blah blah

journals are silly.

but i really DO need a new picture. i haven't let anyone take a picture of me in half a year. ridiculous creature, i know.

by the way, peanut butter crunch cereal is one of the grossest things EVER. and i can't stop eating it.

i'm getting sick again and i think it's because i'm not having sex. life...
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rockinricky:
You can have one of mine.
stirfry:
that "having sex" thing makes sense! maybe thats why i have been feeling so shitty!

oh... and i love anything "peanut butter"

ARRR!!!

PS.... i take pictures too.lol.

[Edited on Feb 17, 2004 1:54PM]

Sunday Jan 18, 2004

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death is shit and life is beautiful and right now i'm way too bubbly for my own good.

what a beautiful night, man. the ice froze over the snow and cleveland is a glimmering sea. we made snow cones and ice s'mores and lit a candle for the dead and laughed until we fell into the snow and it made a crunchpop noise as the...
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grooverider:
ok
idiologue:
You don't love me anymore. frown

Friday Jan 09, 2004

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holy shit i haven't written in this thing in half a year
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citrus:
and where the hell have you been?!
vader_____:
Wow I can't wait to read the next one, will it be before 2005?
kiss

Saturday Jul 26, 2003

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saturday afternoon again.

tic toc tic toc
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marymary:
hah. i hate bruising my tailbone. i accidentally step onto a patch of downhill ice once, with my dog in one arm and my camera in the other... and i skated down for a few feet before falling straight on my ass. it didnt fully heal for a month! i couldnt bend over!
and i wasnt even doing the hokey pokey at the time.
idiologue:
You really need to update. But anyway, Happy New Year to you. love kiss

Saturday Jul 19, 2003

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i hate saturday afternoons. just waiting and waiting for night, you know? and then we unfurl our petals, like that flower... the flower that only blooms for one night?

saturday afternoons are a form of limbo, they are. i don't like limbos. very prejudiced against them, actually. "it's all about the journey".... fuck that shit! i want to be there!

bored to death. but carry...
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citrus:
so, there, heather bunny...

i'll, um, be in cleveland next month...
how's about we hook it up, eh?

wink

plans made. no phone yet. i'm so cool.

ah and i want to tell you also,
we should spend sometime jumping over the bar, eh?
kiss

[Edited on Jul 21, 2003]
misha9999999:
hm... fuck Saturdays... a week doesn't have to have
separations... it's all just a big conspiracy to screw with our
heads... rock on. I don't know what i'm talking about.
For some reason I always want to contradict your journal...

Tuesday Jul 15, 2003

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aww god, my head hurts.

when i get one of these, i often go on the computer and type very fast and don't think about what i'm typing. because when i'm typing stream of conciousness it incorporates many different parts of my brain, both physically and mentally, and this prevents me from pausing and allowing my senses to overwhelm me and touching the tenderness of...
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citrus:
okay.
ow.

you should be on aim now.
misha9999999:
toronto. soon. how cool is that? very cool I tell you...
The best chinese food on the planet... or something...
I would reply to the things you wrote but I lost the
sense of all that is beautiful... Give me a day to
come back...

Tuesday Jul 15, 2003

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aww god, my head hurts.

when i get one of these, i often go on the computer and type very fast and don't think about what i'm typing. because when i'm typing stream of conciousness it incorporates many different parts of my brain, both physically and mentally, and this prevents me from pausing and allowing my senses to overwhelm me and touching the tenderness of...
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