December 2009
The emotion felt when a strongly held expectation...
I hate this goddamn feeling.
I know it’s coming. I know it’s fucking coming. and I know there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
fuck. fuck. fuck.
everything around me seems so much different from...
laying in my girls bed, listening to her talk to jordans cousin. feels like home.
we exchanged presents today. she got me a new curling iron, some hello kitty pajama pants, and some wild berry poptarts. I love her.
I haven’t had wild berry poptarts since like the 90s. and she found them the other day. one of the best presents ever.
I can’t believe christmas is in two days. and I...
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OH ! we are the dancers!
Show me the skyline; and I’ll show you decadence.
My life, in three words: Kyle. Mark. Kramer.
I'll make the impossible a possiblilty.
Don’t Fuck This
Whole Thing Up
For Me. I Thought
That We Were A
Team. Now You’re
Kicking The Legs
Right Out From
Under My Dreams.
“What did you expect? I’m up here playing a pink guitar, wearing booty shorts,...”
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exhausted from bullshit. counting down the fucking...
play went well, today. one show down, two to go. I’m watching holly madison’s new show on E! I can’t stop starring at her boobs. I have so many things I feel like venting about. I just can’t find a good way to word them. I’ll save my bitching for another night.
exhausted, falling asleep, I don’t know what I’m saying, my head hurts.
Tell me how you deal with dead ends.
Today has been an ugly, nasty, rainy, ugly day. Although, it allowed me to get all of my cleaning for the week done, I haven’t gotten to play with Sam all day. And I wanted to finished putting up the outdoor christmas decorations, or should I say fixing. ugh, my brother and I spent almost two hours hanging lights in the tree in our front yard, in 47 degree weather. and once we plugged them...
no, my name is not miley cyrus. sorry.
I wish this town would get a fucking life.
I hate home room. I hate our school in general. But I think more than anything I hate home room. I suppose I’m lucky to have a computer class, for it. so I can at least bum around the internet. but, still I hate being in here.
we just had to fill out an ethinictity(sp?) form. and the first question was hispanic or non hispanic. I wish I was...
What's a less emo way to say depressed ?
I’m so sick of everything. and this week couldn’t possibly be dragging by any slower. not that I have ANYTHING to look forward to this weekend. sigh. I guess I’m just ready to be able to sleep, and sleep. and sleep on kyle. expect not really, because that probably won’t happen.
I’m tired of struggling with the fact that everyone’s always so busy. SIGH.
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