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[Sunday, November 6th, 2005 @ 6:36pm] |
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So I got into a very iconage mood today and Alyson Hannigan got in the middle of it, so blah! There they are. I'm quite happy with them. They make me smile. *cheesy smile*
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[Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 @ 9:30pm] |
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I love Brooke.
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[Monday, September 26th, 2005 @ 7:48pm] |
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It's my birthday. Yay for me!
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[Wednesday, September 14th, 2005 @ 3:52pm] |
i burnt my hand.
and.
it stings really bad!
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[Monday, September 12th, 2005 @ 9:11pm] |
i'm sick.
and tired.
and sick of this stupid world.
no, i take that back. i like the world, so long as someone just wraps me up in their arms and holds me. but i don't think my mom is up for that nor do i think me friends would comply. i give up. i dunno if i'll be around a whole lot in the next few days. i wanna be away. for a while...but i dunt know if i should.
i'm sick.
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[Sunday, August 28th, 2005 @ 5:28pm] |
So I get home, happy to be away from all the crazies and my mother goes crazy on me. she starts crying and yelling and she accuses me of like....everything. and now I can't stop crying.
*cries* why can't i just find some peace? Will some one please come take me away.
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[Wednesday, August 17th, 2005 @ 11:16pm] |
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Can you tell me now?
15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
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[Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 @ 4:15pm] |
am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
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[Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 @ 4:02pm] |
List five things that get you excited/happy/enthusiastic about life, in no real order, and tag 5 folks to do it.
1. Writing. I love it. It apparently loves me. We make a nice couple don't you think?
2. Music. All kinds and all ways. Playing, listening, writing, and conducting.
3. My friends. They are always there for me, especially Kali. The accept me for me and I love them.
4. Scuba Diving and going to the aqaurium. It's just fasinating.
5. Kat.
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[Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 @ 11:20pm] |
I love how MSN always tells you not to give out your credit card number when you use MSN messenger...
It honestly keeps me in line! Because everytime I meet someone new I tell them my full name and address and phone number and what my credit card number is.
*remembers she doesn't have a credit card*
....well it will keep me in line..
in other news. G-ma thinks she has a nose problem up in the hizzhouse...whatever that means. She's more ghetto than i am.
She once asked me if I had beef with her. I was like, no we had chicken for dinner and she had to clarify that she meant, was i upset with her.
I told her i wasn't but i was now because she got all hip-hop on me.
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[Friday, July 22nd, 2005 @ 11:56pm] |
| Your Power Color Is Teal | 
At Your Highest:
You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.
At Your Lowest:
You feel in a slump and lack creativity.
In Love:
You tend to be many people's ideal partner.
How You're Attractive:
You make people feel confident and accepted.
Your Eternal Question:
"What Impression Am I Giving?" |
Dude this things good...
Hey any one looking for love....loook at my love statment! *give you a cheesy smile and a thumbs up*
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[Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 @ 5:59pm] |
ok-its apparently 'lets fuck over molly' week.
first off i got bitched at for calling the wrong phone number last night. Wasn't even my fault. I even tried to apologize, but he called me dense and made me cry. damn him. Coy's convinced me that he just had a small penis and was self consious.
Then today, I found two other people to room with me and Tiff at bandcamp, and then my supposed friends asked them to room with them, and they went with them. I know they sweet talked them. It pissed me off so bad. I mean, fucking let me know so i can fucking learn not to trust you damnit.
I have had the worst last 24 hours.
The only good things was i met Emi and kats like not anitsocial anymore.
which makes me happy. I want all the high school drama gone DAMNIT!
What the fuck? I'm not even back and its started. Fuck everything-except my awesomely cool friends who support me and help me.
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[Sunday, July 17th, 2005 @ 6:49pm] |
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Ok, so yeah, I'm bored.
SHARK WEEK IS ON TONIGHT AND IF YOU THINK I'M A FREAK I DON'T BLAME YOU!!!!!!!!
Yeah, but they're gonna deleve into the myths of Jaws which has me totally hooked. James Bond Octupussy...hehehe...is on at 8 and then shark week at 9 so yay for me. Was I supposed to read today.....shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Oh mommy bought HP6 today, go me. will read when i don't have college shit to read god damnit. I thought I had something more important to say, but I forgot what it was. Stayed up til like 4 last night watching South Park. "Suck my balls Kenny, suck my balls". It amused me and my sleeplessness.
Gah she's insane, she just freakin is.
Not sure if I'm talking about me or somebody else. I'll leave it for you to decide.
I want paid account, but i have no money. I just want more icon space. Is that too much to ask LIVEJOURNAL, IS IT?????
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K have a nice evening.
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