things were kind of stable for 2 weeks
but I was not
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Breakfast #32
Some infections are cured
with cranberry juice
others beaten
out of your
naked surrealist club
a sip of coffee tasting
terpentine
my brand new toaster
lake old sandals
I should throw them
out in scent
my cunt
a train job
k(no)w just kidding
see
I missed the deadline
RIP and
now a year will
pass and
still
my roots will soak
my pillows fray
your penis grows
it eats and
still
you age
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when people come over
and then they go home
my walls cry
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tuesday wednesday busy thursday friday well a little uhh tied up saturday went to work went psychotic and learned that burritos can fly
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I am SO BAD!
Friends of mine: hold a confrontation and make me go to nymphos anonymous.
Please!
I think I traumatized the boy!
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This sound anything like me?:
Although the name Allison creates an interest in the deeper aspects of life, we emphasize that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the lungs, heart, bronchial area, and tension or accidents to the head.
As Allison you have a great love of nature and the out-of-doors. All the finer things of life and beauties of nature are an inspiration to you and you are attracted to the mysteries of nature. Difficulty in expression results in your being too positive, blunt, and candid in speech and although you are easily offended by others, you do not show it. You crave affection and understanding, but rarely find it as others do not understand you and accuse you of being cool and aloof. The average person would never realize the true depth of your nature.
okay I'm gonna go write porn now
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Maybe I could have FUCKed the self-posessed stencil artist if I'd have stuck around THE lame-o hipster party longer...
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Better day at work. I got a sale!
Supposed to go to a snobby art party tonight. (Oh joy...)
but I don't know where Tom disappeared off to.
Writing more of the River story, for those of you who are fans.
I hope this week is as fun, if not funner than last week.
My life is filling up in just the way I wanted it to.
Weird.
Knock on plywood.
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I finally got a job..
and I'm bad at it.
How depressing.
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ropes and spirals and wine and rainbow palms and I wish I had said it too and 4am and would you like to buy some music and she is a sexual
his dominatricks lives right down the street
from his play toy and
her
crackup mirror
cotton airplane breathing with a hand controller when the pretty girls go
shit
in the harness
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Today I trained for the crisis line, applied for a job*, passed* the computer test at school and got a dirty letter from a soldier.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOO!!
*Selling season tickets to the CSO over the phone
*Most of
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I have tired.
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I have tried.
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There is a window on the second floor of the 1055 Granville building and from it one can see inside my open bathroom window.
I think Beans the cat is suicidal. She's staring out the window and contemplating.
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I handled this night quite well, thank you.
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Pet peeve:
When a large, furry man and an evil furry kitten simultaneously end up in my bed on a hot night.
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Went to my orientation for volunteering at the crisis line. The people are so friendly there and it seems like such rewarding work..but..I don't think they'll want me helping others once they realize that
I am a crisis! I am not only crazy, but sort of cursed.
For example, my kitchen sink is posessed. A few moments prior, I was in the process of typing a whiny, self-deprecating post when *glug glug glug* then *fssshooom!* a geyser of bubbles explodes from my sink. And as I'm feebly trying to scoop them into the bathtub with a cooking pot, the sink belches bubbles again.
As a reflex, I called the 24-hour emergency line, but decided not to have them page the landlord. I figured I wouldn't bother him..you know..after last month's pilot light incident.
So it gave me time to re-consider what I'd typed. I deleted the whiny, self-deprecating post (yes, it was more so than this one) and am limiting it to this:
2 years ago on this night, something terrible happened to me.
Now let's hope my sink won't barf again.
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I woke up this morning covered in paint. Have spent the last 3 hours cleaning up what I can of the psycho aftermath. Let's just say I'm not getting my security deposit back..
So now a poll.
What should I do with my crazy self:
2. Embrace and enhance it
3. Kill it
5. Drug it into submission
8. Paint it blue again
11. Kill it
14. RAAAAAAAZORSSS!!!!
33. Make it do something "theraphuetic" like yoga or god
8. Kill it
12. Mmmm chocolate cake...
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Post #70
Does anybody know where I can get a replacement bathroom mirror for cheap?
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Actually..did something else instead.
Went to watch Julie play in the Buffalo Grove band..then the fireworks with Julie and Charlie.
Ate dinner, roamed around a parking lot.
It was fun. Though I have a bad tummy ache from something..maybe the food. Maybe from just being in Buffalo Grove. haha
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Thrilling 4th of July..
Big yee-haw barbicue up in lake county:
my cousins were all with their boyfriends/girlfriends elsewhere so I ended up talking to my grandma about people dying.
I see myself at age 80 in her. Still wearing red lipstick. She has my nose.
Later..the Wheeling fireworks extravaganza.
ooh!
shoot me!
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Daaaaaaaaaah uhhhhhhhhhhhh welllllllllll
good stuff, I guess..
hahaa
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I was somebody's little girl, once. All I wanted to be was Madonna.
I'll cut my hair off next time there's a storm.
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The moon is big and yellow. Drunks are singing on the corner. Harmonizing well. I am all alone up here. I am throwing a pizza and ice cream party with only me invited.
I have given up on meeting guys on the train.
I can still remember my Friday nights in the winter.
My fire alarm just went off. What the hell?
Oh god I can't wait until Fall.
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I am so sad.
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What? You'll drink it but won't swim in it?
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sexy dream..
weird long day..
empty night..
the air here smells so wet
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Another fun writers group. With drinking and sign stealing, even. Horray!
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