voile

Here where I sit alone lost

Here I will dream, why

Give me a drink, I need a think now

I gotta rip my stinking brain


My friends turn me on I could never afford it, I would never buy drugs I live for drugs That's great I'm the white rabbit

Last four days of school... so stressed... want to shoot myself in head.

Be back monday.

Been thinking about mortality a whole lot lately. My mom finally decided to inform me yesterday, as we chatted over Skype, she from her house in Mexico, that my step-dad went in for x-rays regarding a lump, which turned out to be benign.

My grandmother is 88 years old, and becomes more and more frail everyday. She still hasn't recovered from the pneumonia she caught...
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One week, everybody wants a piece of you somehow - calls, emails, visitors, invitations - but you're too busy to really do much about it. Then the next week, when you finally have the time, they've all forgotten about you, like yesterday's meatloaf.

And so you sit around strumming your fingers, cursing short-attention spans and fickleness.

Fickleness, I say!


P.S. You are looking at the...
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Sitting at dining room table listening to Vivaldi, 5 o'clock in the morning, wrapped in fuzzy leopard-print blanket, wearing black track pants and gray t-shirt that says "I Heart Jesus". No bra. Cotton white panties. Blue socks with pink stripes. Just ate a bowl of cereal on a stool in front of fire. House is cold. Watching cat sleep.

Witching hour makes me feel high....
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I just got fired.

One hour after starting my shift this morning.

Over the phone.

But I knew it was coming.

And I'm proud of myself because I interrupted the asshole and told him exactly where he could shove the fucking job and then finished with "fuck being fired. I've never been treated this way in my entire life. I fucking quit." And then I...
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I'm incredibly bummed out today. Inability to perform the simplest of school tasks makes Joanna feel slothy.

Try this:

Go to google search and type your name in quotation plus the word "needs" (i.e. "John needs") and hit search. Then tell me what the first sentence is that you see.

Me:

"Uriah Heep - My Joanna Needs Tuning lyrics."

Sooooo, apparently there's a song called...
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I need a new profile pic. One where I don't look like a googly-eyed fishy face doing the "heil Hitler". ick.

So correct me if I'm wrong but having an inconsiderate boss who punishes you for making mistakes, and tells you it's because he's trying to run a business, doesn't exactly inspire much employee confidence or loyalty. I have things to do, I'm busy. You...
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Man I really fucked up. Sigh. The hardest part is admitting to yourself and those around you that you fucked up. And I've done that, but it sure as shit doesn't make it any easier, does it? I stupidly, stupidly, took my eyes off the bar for a few minutes to rest my feet and talk to some amusing customers, but little did I know...
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Ever wonder where words originate? Here's one I stumbled across in my readings today:

"In September 1880, Captain Charles Boycott, a land agent for Lord Erne's estate in County Mayo [Ireland], refused to stop evicting tenants [from his land]. The [Irish National Land League] surrounded his lands and cut him off from agricultural labourers who could help him with his harvest. Boycott finally received help...
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