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[Feb. 13th, 2005|04:26 pm] |
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Careful with the fantasies and role-playing, especially when you're not of sound mind and judgment. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|01:39 am] |
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I found it. In a place I already looked. I am the champion - of retards. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2004|07:43 am] |
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DELETE ME. |
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| Que quiero sentir tus labios |
[Mar. 27th, 2004|01:56 pm] |
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Besame suavecito, sin prisa y con calma
dame un beso bien profundo que me llegue al alma
dame un beso mas que en mi boca cabe
dame un beso despacito, dame un beso suave
 = GOD. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2004|04:49 am] |
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I got tired of looking at the white. It hurteded mine eyes. |
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| Saw this posted somewhere the other day & realized I'm fond of it. |
[Mar. 27th, 2004|03:34 am] |
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY. |
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| Awww... I'm sorry. |
[Mar. 26th, 2004|07:43 am] |
Don't mind me. Do what you will. Soon enough I'll be at your mercy. I don't even WANT to run the show. I don't even care to drive a car. Come on now...
<3 Bitch. |
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| How I really am, and shit. |
[Mar. 24th, 2004|11:11 am] |
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There is more to this fucking story. Just a second...
That would be my neighbor's floor mat.
My neighbor, or neighbors...who live directly across from me. We share a flight of stairs and a small landing with our doors directly opposing.
Here is my door:
HAHAHAHA...YES.
Don't ask me what those white spots are because I have no idea. Camera malfunction/user error. My camera is a Fuji Finepix 2600. 'Nuff said, or something.
And again, their door:
You may have noticed that we have something else in common.
We both possess the same exact type of floor mat.
Now, this wasn't the case when they moved in. When they moved in, the previous neighbor's green astroturf mat was still there. The new neighbors? They just put their nasty old floor mat ON TOP of that floor mat. Oh yes... But then, of course, neither mat was really IN FRONT OF THE DOOR, but rather scattered haphazardly all over the place. It used to piss me off like you wouldn't believe, and one day I picked up the astroturf mat and tossed it in the garbage. Not long after that, I noticed that my neighbors got a new floor mat, and it was exactly the same as mine. How cute, or something. I mean, it's sweet to have matching floor mats, but I really don't give a shit about that. It WOULD be nice however if my neighbors weren't pigs. I used to vacuum the stupid disgusting CARPETED landing weekly, but I got tired of it. The way they leave the area outside their door, one would think that they (a couple) are both construction workers or some kind of concrete pouring people? I don't get it. How is that floor mat useful? Do they leap from the threshold onto the mat and vice-versa? I'd really like to know how a system like that works. By the way, their dirt migrates to my floor mat where it becomes trapped between its ribs. Yeah yeah...
Haha... I'm not bitter enough these days to write an entry like this that's actually worth reading. But I want to document this for myself anyway, because I get a little upset every time I have to look at that shit.
Again:
The view when I reach the apex of the stairs:
And with my door in view:
Ridiculous Easter decoration aside, or something, this fucking floor mat issue is very annoying. What the fuck ever happened to common courtesy? Just take the fucking floor mat away if that's the case. I don't know. They seem to be nice enough people. They don't really bother me anyway except for the horrible stale cigarette stench the seemingly surrounds the entire building because of them and this fucking floor mat thing. I obviously can't bitch about it (to them, I mean). The only thing I can do is clean it myself, and I have enough balls to do so, but fuck that shit-- I'm on STRIKE, or something.
Maybe I should just be thankful that these people aren't as bad as my previous neighbors, who used to drag their greasy, dripping (chicken grease) garbage down the stairs every other day. They would make the stairs seriously fucking vomit-inducing, and never clean it. And me, because I was so freaked out about walking through it (and others walking through the mess) and tracking it in... My dumb ass was out there MOPPING THE STAIRS. What do I look like to you? A fucking IDIOT? =(
Apartment living... People are pigs.
People = Disgusting and Inconsiderate.
People = Dirty.
Ah! I used to rent this "converted garage" type of thing. There was a main house, a guest house in the back, and my converted garage 2-room apartment. I never quite lived in it because I was too busy renovating it for months, but a few different tenants moved in and out during that time. One group of people who resided there (in the main house) can best be described as THREE LESBIANS AND A BABY. Oh God... Those motherfuckers were DISGUSTING. They always parked in my spot, and they ALWAYS left shitty, pissy, EXPOSED diapers to rot in the sun and attract bugs. They wouldn't even bother to make sure the fucking things made it into the garbage. Then it would rain, etc... I'd go over there to paint or something and some rooster haircut bitch would be parked in my spot and the driveway would be filled with disintegrating diapers and flies.
Okay I'm done now. |
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| Life is good at the moment. |
[Feb. 19th, 2004|03:38 am] |
I am blissfully happy today, so in love it's disgusting. Feeling like this makes me think I'm insane. The ole' "waiting for the other shoe to drop" syndrome. Such a shame that I can't fully enjoy this, though I feel like I'm coming damn close.
I gave him a hard time last night though. Sometimes my need for reassurance makes me feel like such a petty girl. How strange that we admire the same thing about each other: what he perceives as weakness in himself is nothing less than great courage and strength in my eyes. Likewise, he tells me that the ways in which I am weak make me very strong.
See... This stuff is sickening. No one wants to hear it because it seems "dumb and pretentious"... Being somewhat superstitious, I also fear the "evil eye" from unknown others. Haha...
Nothing much is new in my life. My main focus these days is still the gym/fitness. I've been making significant progress with daily workouts and a modified diet. I'll leave it at that.
I hope you are all well. |
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| More gratuitous profanity |
[Feb. 7th, 2004|03:37 pm] |
So I took the fucking LSAT. Hooray.
Like you give a fuck, I know, but still...
*Naps* |
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