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June 5th, 2010 (07:42 pm)

Life is good.
Some parts suck.
Some parts rock.

Buying a new car = good
Not having any money because of it = bad
Landed myself a fine looking fella = good
Engaging in a relationship = bad
having a decent paying job near my house = good
hating aforementioned job = bad
having lots of free time = good
using that free time to take up smoking again = bad

All things considered, I think I am averaging a "decent" nowadays.

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Please take note

March 16th, 2010 (04:20 pm)

Oh, hey, I fucking hate people.

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March 14th, 2010 (09:01 pm)

It occurred to me today,
for the first time ever,
that the sense of home I had in you,
I finally have in myself.

There is no where I would rather be then here,
and no one I would rather be then me.

It's nice.

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what it was

February 28th, 2010 (08:39 pm)

And now,
I wish everyone was you.

I got that stuck in my head, my hair.

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February 17th, 2010 (11:50 pm)

If I could play soccer every day I would never need to drink.

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January 23rd, 2010 (07:59 pm)

I found this thing I had written, from a notbook circa 2003, that said "if every day you crush something new and wake up alone, does that count as love?"

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November 29th, 2009 (02:59 pm)

current mood: bummed
current song: i never felt so cold

Note to self: Be less of a bitch

Keep that in mind, it may help in the long run.

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November 21st, 2009 (09:48 pm)

current mood: uncomfortable

I fucking hate giving ultimatums.
They make me feel like such
a manipulative bitch.
And a conniving whore.

I wish I didn't have to but he forced me.
I had to.

And now I am going to have to follow through with it,
and that sucks even more.

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November 16th, 2009 (08:24 pm)

Sometimes, sometimes,
I have to seriously ask myself why I ever even cared about half of the things I cared about.
And then I have to wonder about the other half,
will they matter in the long run?

And then I realize I really don't care about much,
and the percentage of things I care about that matter is,
for all intents and purposes,


This is a bit of a concern until I remember that I am basically happy.

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October 22nd, 2009 (09:46 pm)

current mood: tense

 I have been really tense since I quit smoking.
People are noticing.

It's like nothing is going fast enough,
the music is never loud enough,
I am never tired enough.

Total destruction is never complete,
and I am never fucking happy.

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