rejoicingpeasant

dollar dollar bill, y'all.

oh boy oh boy oh boy.

maintaining composure during work is getting awfully hard. it's like the harder i strive for peace within myself, the more difficult it is to find my way out of this depressing maze my brain has become over the past five years.

hellix thinks he owes me a million thanks for helping him pack and move,...
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yeah, my brain is one funky jukebox.

completely unrelated- YAY for opiates, everyone!! i whacked the top of my head while cleaning out hellix's kitchen cabinets and popped half a vicodin. definitely an awesome way to start out the morning. i also got some new porno mags and a police light. sara = happy.

AAAAAAAND i made little mini manicottis last night! ghetto style....
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last night i went to bed with the police's Synchronicity II playing through my head with its pounding, trance-inducing bassline.

this morning i woke up with kansas' point of no return rockin me brains.

SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME, BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUE HOW THIS HAPPENS.

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so i feel like i should explain.
i tried. i did. i tried to read the first book. i watched the movies during gym ( they used to play movies in the fitness center, and i tried as hard as possible to 'get into' the harry potter movie while working my ass off on that little exercise bike), but neither the book, nor the...
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EDIT: i'm not naked anymore. but i feel fucking incredible. i just swam for like, three hours. i've got color. and bob just ordered food. i have no idea how he plans on paying for it, but i can't wait. in the last week, i'm sure i've lost at least seven lbs.

I'M NAKED!!

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i love how random winamp is, but for chrissake..

i can't listen to queensryche for the same reason i can barely listen to dream theater (with the exception of my glass prison) and i'm not going into those reasons right now because i'm stoned, and i need to go to work.

man. i was just thinking it would be really, really cool to...
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currently suffering the deeper throes of drunkenness, thanks to what i THOUGHT was going to be a tupperware party..

so the euphoria's gone, leaving me to ask questions like, "will i regret talking to that person i barely knew when i'm sober? was buying that measuring cup a good idea, or did it just look cool when she demonstrated it? am i frustratingly antisocial,...
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so i told my mom about SG. pretty much explained the entire concept to her. she's like, "well it's a perfectly fine idea.. but why is it called suicidegirls?" and of course i'm like, "kuh! well duh, mom.. suicide is cool."

so now she's decided to make a wonder woman fansite and call it "the heroin addicts club"..

during the past eleven years, i've had countless people tell me that i'm the strongest person they've ever met.

that is such a presumptuous crock of shit.

i'm not fucking strong. i'm just angry. if i fucking swallowed a bottle of pills, that would make her the winner. i spend so much fuckin time pretending that my past was someone else's. i talk and joke...
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