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May. 8th, 2004 @ 01:18 am
EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING WONDERFUL and tiring.. and It's not even done yet.

I dont understand, my mind is overcooked Apr. 28th, 2004 @ 01:11 am
Today was my first day of employment. I think I have the hardest job in the world.

Little Clues Of the Path of Life Apr. 22nd, 2004 @ 10:32 pm
Day 2: Sitting on the max today, jobbing my ass off, who gets on the max and sits directly across from me? None other than Jimmy Mack himself (It was unreal, as though we were supposed to meet twice) So pleased to see me again he gave me a Fruit Punch Capri Sun and sprayed me with perfume.
I can best decribe how I feel with this word: tiredI Miss Co-dependence
Surroundings: Moldy Peaches

Ode to Jimmy Apr. 21st, 2004 @ 06:13 pm
Today as I roamed the city for a job, I found a family owned German Meat Market called Edelweiss, When I went inside everyone had thick german accents and they were practically attacking the customers to take their orders, a stalky woman was playing with a huge raw sausage and I decided to apply. On my application I added that I knew all the words to the song Edelweiss and that the smell of sour kraut is not disturbing. When I left, being on the "shady" side of town I was a little afraid of being shot as I waited for some bus to carry me away. A man approached me. He called himself "Jimmy Mack the Dirty White Man" He was intrusive enough to make me try on his sunglasses and then asked my name. After I had answered him he serenaded me with the classic song that belongs to my name and then moved in a little closer and whispered with the smokiest teeth.. "I like Jim Morrison better" Then began to sing The Crystal Ship I think he sang the whole song and then looked at me lowered his sunglasses, intensely gazed at me with his 64 year old green eyes and said "You are one funny girl." We talked and made each other laugh the whole way on the bus. He told me to join the painters union. He convinced me to tell my mother when I went home that a man on the bus named "Full blooded Irish Jimmy Mack the Dirty white Man who left his girlfriend of 4 years cause she was addicted to crack" Flirted with me today and asked if my mother was single. How could I not tell her?
I can best decribe how I feel with this word: bouncybetter
Surroundings: Some Shins

The deal is I can't shake it Apr. 20th, 2004 @ 02:34 pm
I think I was okay with this event at one point through sweet ignorance, but now when I think about it I am embarassed and I want to perform and act of violence or vomit only because he grabbed my ass while we kissed, only one time and I am sickened by the thought of him. Sure it was hot. Now it is not. title or description
I can best decribe how I feel with this word: saddissapointed
Surroundings: No woman no Cry

Upon the request of Caitline Peapod Apr. 19th, 2004 @ 10:35 pm
I would like everyone who reads this to ask me 3 [three] questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Then, I want you to go to your journal and copy and paste this, allowing your friends [including myself] to ask you anything.

Tuesday Night Apr. 2nd, 2004 @ 11:29 pm
The white noise from the fan with the big blue buttons kept our hearts calm as we slept. As I climbed in and out of delightful dreams I continued to slightly awaken not knowing where I was exactly but could feel a familiar arm around my hips and a hand that reached up to my beating heart. Even in my many little moments of half asleep thoughts I pitied him, turned my head back toward the wall and drifted into dreams. I saw the tale of these 2 lovers spread out across the sky, as anyone would have to be blind to miss it. Random mutterings of the slumber filled Irish Angel *Snore* *breathe* *breathe* *breathe* *snore* *silence* His body jolted and then in his sleep he said one word, "cool" and I giggled.. the quiet breathy laugh when you have your mouth curled up in a smile and your nose shoots out quick breaths of air as though it were a machine gun, then you laugh at yourself for laughing like that, but when you laugh at yourself you use the same machine gun laugh and then in my own secret world my giggles turned into a frown and my heart dropped at the reoccurring reality. In this bed with his body firmly against mine breathing into the back of my neck, he is farther away from me than anyone has ever been and will ever be.
I can best decribe how I feel with this word: refreshedrefreshed

Apr. 2nd, 2004 @ 11:13 pm
In one day I went through a handful of life's little stages
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