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[23 Mar 2007|12:25am] |
Dear my friends:
I love you. I really do. I'm having a fucking Spice Girls party with all of my favorite people tomorrow night.
We're having a slumber party after the boys go home. How cool is that???
And as for the boys, you're my favorite boys ever. There's like 4 of you, but you're still my favorites.
I'll definitely be doing this a lot more, perhaps not Spice Girls parties, but there will be parties.
Basically, thank you guys for making my night less shitty.
I know none of you read my livejournal, but that never stops me.
You guys mean the world to me, and you can always cheer me up and make me feel better.
Love,
Morgan<3
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| once again....laterz! |
[11 Aug 2006|02:17pm] |
I'm moving.
Down by San Diego.
I leave in a few days.
And I am very very excited.
I get a new roomie!!!! Heather && baby.
<3
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| a story for those of you with nothing better to do. |
[23 Jul 2006|03:18am] |
Last night I was just hangin out, watching some tv, when I heard my completely sane mother announce she had found a frog.
I assumed she saw one outside, and continued my tv watching.
Next thing I know, my tv is being drowned out by the sound of screaming. I rush to my mother, who informs me (while holding this poor terrified frog), that the frog had peed on her.
Then she took the frog into the backyard and let it go.
Later I was walking into my front room, near the scene of the frog crime, when I step into some droplets of something wet.
Which I soon realize, is frog piss. A trip to the bathroom on one foot and some paper towels later, I remember once again why I moved 2000 miles away from this psycho bitch.
And good night to you all.
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[10 Jun 2006|05:44pm] |
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So....an update. Strangely enough....
From where I left off....
Jeremy and I broke up a while ago, and after a bit, I started dating Spencer. The break up with Jeremy was ugly and drawn out, as we all knew it would be. Spencer && I were very happy, very much in love. However, each day that goes by I realize how much I miss my home, California. I don't think anyone realizes what I am dealing with. Both Spencer and Jeremy have, at some point in time, asked me to give up the other. Those two were my only friends in this entire state, and it's usually cut down to just one at a time. Morgan has moved out, so I am completely alone. I live in an apartment with hardly any furniture and a few empty rooms. It's quite the lonely place. To make a long story short, I hate Illinois and I want to go back to California. If only for the weather, good lord. So, at the end of June, I will be back in California again. I'll be working, and going to school, and trying to live while I wait for Jeremy, possibly Andrew, and possibly Shannon to come out with me.
Since my 18th year wasn't nearly exciting enough, 19 is just going to be insane.
Point is, I love you && I'll leave him and I'm coming out to California.
Let's not forget ourselves good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leaving
Yeah you're better off for leaving
So yeah. This should be interesting.....
Also, I'm going to Chicago on Tuesday for the Epoxies! Phenomenauts! && Teenage Bottlerocket(....yeah, I don't care either). BUT I am meeting Sara up there, and Mr. Cranky Ass can finally meet her after all this time. I'm very excited for this. Woooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
I'm done. This is all too much for me to handle.
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| it's 3 am!!! and someone is playing in my bathroom... |
[27 May 2006|03:11am] |
I think I know what I am doing.
Wait, scratch that. I know I know what I am doing.
For once in this fucked up life of mine, I know what I am doing.
Step one, get a job and sign a new lease.
Step two, read lots && lots of books.
Step three, get a tan. God damn Illinois weather.
Step four is up for debate, but I'm fairly certain what it will end up being, and for once in my fucking life I'm going to be honest about it. Not now, not here, but those involved will finally get the entire story.
Of course, this is a terrible idea and might end up with my death, but that's a risk I'm willing to take in the sake of getting things done. I know no matter what I will be incredibly hated by at least a few people, but again, I'm willing to risk it. This is one of the first years where I'm not incredibly hated by everyone, and it is a very familiar feeling.
Although right now, I'm feeling some words of wisdom by Miss Ann Coulter. Yes, I read Ann Coulter, what are you going to do about it? I ignored the slander and got to the point, which had to do with rebels and suck ups.
I will be leaving this depressing foundation soon enough though, and going to greener pastures. I'm seriously thinking Seattle. I should totally call my Aunt and see if she is down for it. That would be awesome.
But at the same time, I've got 78492365743 options available to me, and that's just if I go where I know people.
This life is pretty sweet at times.
And yes, life is good. Life is confusing and full of drama, which at the moment is entirely my fault and for that I am sorry, you know who you are, but life is still fairly decent.
Except for the fact that my ass really hurts right now. Not entirely sure why....
♥
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[21 May 2006|08:32pm] |
Yeah. Cake making...these boys are freaking adorable. Adorable and slightly nuts, but adorable none the less.
......yeah, they're dedicated to the cause. The cause of cake!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand my beautiful flowers. In a crappy plastic pitcher.
But beautiful in their own right.
♥
happy birthday to me...
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[20 May 2006|04:23am] |
And this is why I stopped reading my old livejournal entries...
Shit.
I fucked up bad. Don't ask why. Or what happened. Just know that chances are, you won't be seeing me anytime soon.
I think I gave my brother a black eye, and I told him I was gonna kill him. And I truly believed it in my heart, and I know that if his friend hadn't told him to go to his room, I would've. Now he's in his room crying, because he thinks that I am going to kill him or myself.
My mom has quit caring about me, all she cares about is looking like a good parent. She called the cops on me twice tonight while I was out, and told them that I had killed someone and had drugs and weapons and shit in my car, and that I needed to be put away and was/am dangerous.
I realized exactly why it is that I am depressed, and why I've been depressed every winter before this.
And I realized what I want out of this life.
I know I'm worth more than what's in my wallet. And I know that my life is meaningful, even though I am nothing.
And I am not pretty. As a matter of fact, I'm ugly on the inside too. And for those of us that don't know what I'm talking about, people's appearances can change when you know them. For example, I think Joe is terribly ugly. But then I become friends with Joe, and I realize he's a great person. Then he becomes not so ugly on the outside. And don't fuckin question me. I know exactly what I'm talking about, and I know a shitload of people that do too. Julie.
Basically, shits bad, only going to get worse, and all I know to do about it is leave, because there's nothing I can do here to help. As a matter of fact, I do believe my mom is taking me off the insurance the second I turn 18, and before that only buying me the cheapest food she can, because in her eyes she's sick of "always having to pay for my shit". Like what? "Fucking food and dental and health insurance". Sorry I want[ed] to live. So tomorrow, I'll be gone, and no one will have to worry about that shit.
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[20 May 2006|04:15am] |
The Boy With The Radio Voice
Sometimes I wonder if I'll always be alone
Drift from place to place, never have a home
I really hope I don't, for as you soon will see
I find it really hard to live, without someone loving me
There's a boy I know, with a radio voice
But he's not my kinda guy, he's just too nice
I kinda think he likes me, I kinda think he cares
I kinda think he thinks of me, and I know he stares
I've found a boy with a radio voice
And it seems like I've become his choice
I'm seeing him very soon
To flirt and laugh and make him swoon
That radio voice just soothes the soul
It breaks it apart, then makes me whole
My entire world rests on his words
I'd give him my heart, to love or to hurt
But it seems like I won't be his only
It seems I'll be forever lonely
I've found a boy with a radio voice
And now I think I have no choice
I sit alone under an October moon
Abandoned, with my belongings strewn
If only I could hear that radio voice
If only I could, I would rejoice
But the radio is silent, and the voice is too
It's like I never cared for anyone but you
And now the radio is silent, and the boy is too
It's just another deja vu
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[20 May 2006|04:02am] |
"And right now I'm thinking about shit. Like, I go through so much shit. And I'm not trying to be like I'm better than anyone, but I go through a lot. I think I'm becoming my mom's best friend. And while that can be good, it's an awkward position for me. I'm a good kid and stuff, so I don't give her much grief. But she tells me a lot of her problems, and of course I'm going to listen. This started with her whole suicide thing. And now she does drunk'n'dial's, and tells me things that I never thought I'd know. Again, I'm going to be there for her, but it's weird learning these things that have the power to completely change my views about people. And now I know some things, and I talk to people that this will directly affect, but I don't feel right telling them. I hold back on possibly vital information, because I am in such an awkward position of being friends with parents.
At 12 I got off the phone with Christie(el fiance), after we talked for an hour and a half. We talked about a lot of stuff, and it was weird. We had this whole talk about when my dad was married to Janet and Brett(anyone remember them?), and when they left. I'll tell the story.
Dad and Janet were high school sweethearts. They got engaged, then she skipped out on the wedding. Years later, mom and dad got married. Then mom and dad got divorced. A few years later dad went on some trip, and came back married. He got married in Arizona. She came back with him, and we met. Then she brought Brett over here(they lived in Florida), and we lived in the Brentwood house. That was too small, so we moved to Discovery Bay house. Then dad, brodre and I went on a trip to visit dad's dad, our grandpa. When we pulled into the driveway, the garage looked kind of empty. In the house we found a "Dear John" type letter, and they were gone. Up in my room, the teddy bear dad had given her for Valentines Day was on my bed, with a note. It said they were sorry, but they had to go. Heartbreaking.
That kinda brought back a flood of memories that I tried to repress throughout my years. And now a lot of the shit I went through as a kid(which none of you will ever know), came back. Kinda makes me want to go through the "no touching me" phase again. And I kinda wish I had someone I could talk to, but I know I never will. Ha. Maybe I can get my mom drunk and talk to her about it. And this talk of drinking makes me kinda want to go sXe. But I won't. Even if I never touch drugs or alcohol again, I will never be sXe. Fuck that.
And RCR's new CD does something for me. I can relate to every song. Either right now, or I can think of a point in time where it would be appropriate. I haven't had a CD do this for me in quite some time. It's just the soundtrack to my life, even though that's totally cheesy.
I would really like a friend I can talk to though. Someone I know will always be there, and not judge me. Because some shit I have bottled up can bring out some harsh prejudices. Well, I made it this far on my own, I should be fine for the rest of my life.
I guess my rant is done. If you got this far, sorry I wasted your time. But that needed to be said. Even though for part I was vague as fuck, it's still nice to have it off my chest. And that whole Janet and Brett story is a little insight on why my beliefs on love are where they are. "
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[20 May 2006|04:02am] |
Let's speak of porn.
The other day with Sara we spoke of morals in porn. It may seem like an odd place to try and legislate morality, but it's also the perfect place. I know the purpose of Hollywood is not to reflect reality, it is a place to escape from reality. Morality is a major theme in a lot of, if not all, movies that come out. The one place in cinema that lacks morality is the porn industry. So a lot of times you see scenarios in which the girl submits in some way to the man, and almost always start out with a blowjob [which has been skewed to show the man in power, but in reality there's not much more power than can be had with a man's most highly prized organ, his dick, in your mouth]. If it's not like that, it's the complete opposite, with the woman wielding a whip and demanding something. Maybe I don't know anything about it because I'm a virgin, but I always figured sex was a fairly equal act. You put in [or out...] and ideally you should get the same in return. If I don't satisfy you, I don't expect a mindblowing orgasm. So what's wrong with having the partners equal in the sex act? I have seen equality, but it's been in same-sex porn. Does the idea of a man and a woman being equal really turn you off that much? While we are there, who here thinks Jenna Jameson is a whore? And who thinks Ron Jeremy is a stud? There's no difference between the two, except for what's in between their legs.
One of the problems with porn is that it's not recognized as a valid profession. Some people might take it up to make ends meet, but people also work at McDonalds or go on welfare. Maybe there's people out there that don't see the problem mainstream America has with nudity and sex, and like fucking. So they enter the porn industry, and get to fuck all the time, and get paid for it. And America looks down upon them. Pities them for having to stoop to the porn industry. I say raise the wages of porn stars. I've heard people say it shouldn't matter if a porn star gets AIDS or herpes or anything, because they got into it on their own. I say there's no reason that someone should be looked down upon because of what they chose to do. No one complains when a construction worker demands good health care because they are working with dangerous materials. It's their choice, right? It shouldn't matter how someone makes a living, they should be treated equally regardless.
So there ya go, that's my [shortened] stance on porn. I could go on, but I'll spare you that one
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| It's reminiscing time!!!!!!! |
[20 May 2006|03:55am] |
No really.
Old entries, and all that they mean.
Honestly though, it's worth reading. Want a view into my life? Voila.
For example....
"I just sat there for about an hour, thinking about a whole bunch of shit. And even if I didn't have shit to think about, earlier my mom called me while she was drunk and just talked my ear off, and told me a few of the reasons she and my dad got a divorce, and the week it happened. It was a nice way to partly ruin my evening. If you wanna know, ask. I'm not going into it on lj. So I thought about that. I thought about the friendships I have, and if they are really as strong as I think. I thought about how I'm growing up way faster than I should, and how someone ripped my youth away from me. I thought about how I'm doing pretty decently with this whole life thing. And finally, I thought about how much it sucks having to do dishes. **shudders** You have no idea how much I hate dishes. We need a new dishwasher."
"But I did decide that in most instances of everything, life goes on. Like if I stay lonely forever, life goes on. If George W. Bush gets "re"elected, life will go on. If I find my soulmate tomorrow and move to Timbuktu, life will go on. And nothing is that big of a deal. Seriously, people need to re-evaluate themselves if they think something fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things is going to fuck up their life. I always hear that teenagers have a hard time understanding that what happens now is not that crucial, and that there is a whole new life outside of adolesence. But it's true. I mean, think about when you were younger. You probably had no idea you'd end up where you are, you probably figured you'd still be having sleepovers at your best friends house. And now, maybe you don't even talk to them anymore. But you never would've thought it. It's the same now. In 10 years, you could be the next Picasso. You could be the Elvis of our day. You could be on your way to be the JFK of our day. You could be a modern day Martin Luther King Jr.
Power outages make my life the best. I kinda wish I had someone there, but it was just as good being able to really think about things."
"God I hate my life. I actually have a good time, and God thinks, "oh, a challenge". I swear to God(Bob?), next thing you know, it'll be locusts and frogs. Fucking plagues."
"I'm all for vegetables, for example all day I've been in the mood for a salad and some potato salad, but wrapping a burger in lettuce? Now that's some crazy talk. Use a fuckin low-carb mold bun for christs sake!!!!"
"People who suck at life should just go ahead and die...[I mean they suck at life...so it makes sense, right?]
These kind of people would be people who:
A. Start senseless rumours because they have nothing better to do with their pathetic lives.
B. Egg peoples cars
C. Think they are good in bed [because thats definetley not what everyone else has heard]
D. Waste their life [sitting in front of a TV watching the WB does not count in this situation-because the WB is awesome and not a life wasting type thing].
E. Think they are better than me. They arent. That was not a cocky statement. Im just saying no one is better than anyone else. Unless of course they are Regan, Maddy, Nan and the other Morgan. Because those people just rock ass.
F. Try to 'steal' other people boyfriends. Dude, thats lame. And Im not going through that, I just know people who are.
G. People that tell you one thing one day, then change their stories, and get pissy when you call them on it."
"And right now I'm thinking about shit. Like, I go through so much shit. And I'm not trying to be like I'm better than anyone, but I go through a lot. I think I'm becoming my mom's best friend. And while that can be good, it's an awkward position for me. I'm a good kid and stuff, so I don't give her much grief. But she tells me a lot of her problems, and of course I'm going to listen. This started with her whole suicide thing. And now she does drunk'n'dial's, and tells me things that I never thought I'd know. Again, I'm going to be there for her, but it's weird learning these things that have the power to completely change my views about people. And now I know some things, and I talk to people that this will directly affect, but I don't feel right telling them. I hold back on possibly vital information, because I am in such an awkward position of being friends with parents."
"And this talk of drinking makes me kinda want to go sXe. But I won't. Even if I never touch drugs or alcohol again, I will never be sXe. Fuck that."
And a looooooooooooooooooong list. Some still relevant, some not.
Still here in it's full glory.
Things I hate:
-you.
-christmas.
-those stupid people that ring bells outside of target wanting my money.
-veterans that want my money.
-cashiers that make fun of me for buying macaroni salad and ice cream. and i'm not even raggin it!
-raggin it. more than life itself.
-being ignored.
-being stood up.
-not seeing river city rebels.
-wanting to be beautiful but knowing i'm barely average.
-being forgettable.
-knowing the only person i can talk to is a rock star.
-getting left behind.
-having a full tank of gas, but nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to be with me.
-sleeping by myself.
-knowing this is probably my last weekend alone.
-but yet, my first.
-family.
-my english class.
-not being able to keep a friendship to save my life.
-the movie "the polar express"
-knowing that for the first time in years, i am completely alone.
-the fact that i'll get older than 17
-that i am a failure at life.
-that the only thing i'm looking forward to is river city rebels coming here.
-and the fact that once they leave i don't know where i'll be.
-crying at the docks by myself.
-not having more river city rebels cds.
-knowing that even though julie was happier than she's been, i managed to ruin that.
-knowing that if i didn't ruin that, my life would be 746371865783 times worse.
-remembering all the good times with everyone.
-missing a real best friend.
-knowing that we don't have any money anymore.
-knowing that my mom spent my college money on god knows what.
-finding out even though my mom cancelled christmas, we still have to pretend to have one.
-having a 7 year old sister. and she hasn't even moved in yet.
-backstabbing cunts.
-realizing i can't play ps2 because of brodre.
-"everything reminds me of you"
-knowing that even though i feel really alone right now, i'll still be alone in the morning. probably even more so.
-suicide.
-alcohol being illegal for me.
-wanting the simplest things, and having no hope to get it.
-anytime anything good happens, something is right around the corner to bring it all crashing down. every. fucking. time.
-breaking up. because with me, there are no second chances.
-feeling beautiful, and having julie bring me down.
-feeling good about something, and having julie try to bring me down.
-the words slut, whore, floozy, tramp, toot, skank, ho, etc etc.
-the fact that most people are selfish assholes.
-"4 more years"
-not being good enough for anyone. especially those that matter[ed] to me.
-crying.
-the fact i can't write a good song.
-"you said you'd call, i should've known. i waited all day by the phone. a mistake, like you."
-"i should've been aborted"
-self righteous boyfriends that think they help.
-"friends" that "care"
-cold nachos.
-forgetting to eat a delicious quesadilla.
-doing the dishes
-being blamed when we all know its not just me.
-my hair not being as rad as i want it to be.
-my garter being too long.
-not being asleep.
-being forgettable.
-knowing after all this, i still don't matter.
-not being called back.
-on thursday christie's coming and staying for a week and a half.
-knowing she'll be with them, and i will hurt.
-the thought of school tomorrow.
-being alone. especially when i need someone.
-being hungry and crying.
-"these break up songs make sense again"
-puking.
-not being accepted as a friend on myspace.
-the lack of bright green latex.
-FRIENDS ONLY ENTRIES!!!!!! fuck a friends only journal in the ass til it bleeds
-stupid drama with stupid friends
-drunken boyfriends
-being worried about cheating
-body hair
-christianity
-studs with short pokey things
-MOTHERFUCKING EMO!!!!!!!!!
-getting shit for wanting to listen to new stuff
-always choosing the stupid one to be with
-having a paper to write, yet not being able to do it. at all. oops.
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I have no more job.
I miss my parents.
I've got $70 until my last paycheck comes next thursday & my tax return gets here.
I don't really have anyone to talk to at the moment, I'd really love to talk to Julie, but I know that won't happen.
Well, this has been a fucking day. I could go take a bath & maybe sit outside and do that popsicle thing...
But instead I'll listen to Dean Martin tell me that I should smile and the whole world will smile with me.
If you walk away, I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way
And the moon’s laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case
They argue walk this way, no, walk this way
And Laura’s asleep in my bed
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby don’t go away, come here”
And there’s kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,
If you walk away, I’ll walk away”
And he shot me dead
I found a liquid cure
From my landlocked blues
It’ll pass away like a slow parade
It’s leaving but I don’t know how soon
And the world’s got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I’m always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I’m balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
If you love something, give it away
A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended and you may be afraid
But don’t walk away, don’t walk away
We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke
We’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you’re still free start running away
Cause we’re coming for you!
I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying “let me walk away, please”
You’ll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Till then walk away, walk away
So I’m up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
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| What the fuck is this all about??? |
[22 Apr 2006|11:48am] |
Mobile spy software is 'a Trojan', says F-Secure
Snooping is not all its capable of...
By Joris Evers
Published: Thursday 30 March 2006
New software that hides on mobile phones and captures call logs and text messages is being sold as a way to monitor kids and spouses. But one security company calls it a Trojan horse.
The FlexiSpy application captures call logs, text messages and mobile internet activity, among other things. The software, released at the beginning of March, sells for $49.95 and is advertised by Thailand-based Vervata as a tool to monitor kids and unfaithful spouses. The data captured is sent to Vervata's servers and is accessible to customers via a special website.
Read the whole article here...
It's short enough, and will probably piss you off.
EDIT: Since there seems to be some confusion, let me clarify. This is, in fact, a bad thing. You do not want people to have the ability to listen to your conversations and know every text message you send. This is a privacy issue, and should be seen as such. Not a cool new technology you want so you can monitor all of your friends.
Think about how you would feel if you found out that was on your phone. It would make me feel pretty shitty to know that there's someone who feels the need to monitor everything I do, and who also feels it's a good way to find things out about me.
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I've had a shitty day.
It's been amazingly shitty.
Spencer is gone. I took him to a friends house at 6 in the morning, and they drove back up to Dekalb. It's actually really depressing.
I picked up Jeremy, and we came to my house & slept. He ended up making me some crazy pancakes, and then I went to work.
Work was horrible. I dealt with smelly, loud, stupid people all day long. And I was only there 4 hours.
Tomorrow I work 11-2 and then 5-8.
The best part of my day was when I came home. I played Guitar Hero, and Jeremy & Shannon were over. They both got pissed that I kind of wanted to stay home for a while, and ended up leaving. So I'm currently sitting by myself on my couch. Woo.
On Guitar Hero I got up to medium, and I am so excited. I'm doing surprisingly well, since I actually suck. My goal is to have Josh and Spencer over one of these days and just blow their minds at how good I am at Guitar Hero. Bastards won't even know what hit them.
Ok. I'm going to go pee, and then maybe cry a little.
.xoxo.
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Someone is going to die over this.
And I have a couple of people in mind.
I have no cigarettes.
I can't believe he actually came over. Although I have to say, my response to that was pretty much classic. Might have been the best part about last night.
And I should not be fucking alone on Easter. Like every other god damn holiday I spend it alone.
There's so much going on right now.
I never said a word, and now everyone knows. This is just fucking perfect.
AND WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE DRAMA!?!?!?!!?!?! I didn't do a damn thing wrong.
I really really need to murder someone. At least I get to spend some time talkin'. That will be nice, get at least some shit cleared up in my head.
Also, now that I'm done bitching, I don't know how I'm going to make it through this summer. And I will never explain why, but it's going to be impossibly hard. I really need some recovery time for last night. It has nothing to do with anything I drank, just the happenings of last night.
This messed me up pretty good.
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also, jeremy & i have been together 8 months.
not counting the breakups.
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I worked 11 1/2 hours and lived to tell about it!!!
This was also on 3 hours of sleep. Man, I am awesome.
Anyways, new stuff came in the mail today.
I got a pink "i'm a whore for cheap sex" shirt.
Anti-Flag - New Kind of Army
Anti-Flag - For Blood and Empire
Monster Squad/STFU - split
Monster Squad/Cropknox/Whiskey Rebels/Abuse - California Republic
Mikel Board - I, A Me-ist (The Portable Board)
I got the shirt, because Christy tossed my old one. And this one is pink. I got New Kind Of Army because I only have it burned, and For Blood and Empire because I don't have it. Yes, I know Anti-Flag went downhill, but dammit I love them. Same with the Monster Squad/STFU split, I lost it, and dammit I love that CD. The California Republic one I've been meaning to get, and I love MRR, so I had to buy Mikel Board's book. Even though he's insane and loves sex more than anyone else.
If you add him & Anti-Flag, you have an excellent motto for life...
WAR SUCKS. LET'S FUCK.
FUCKING RIGHT!!!
So kids, make love not war.
Also, the fact that old people read this creeps me out. STOP IT.
.XOXO.
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Tonight and tomorrow are campout days.
Tomorrow is the sleepover, even though it will probably end up being Shannon and I drinking beer & pretending we're in middle school.
Tonight will involve me in my living room playing video games and being all wrapped up in 5784296574 blankets from everywhere.
I'm also going to read my new Maximum RocknRoll, the "is business killing punk rock" issue. It sounds amazing, and very interesting.
But now, I must potty & then get to Shannon's to do..something.
Also, we should have a dance party sometime. This place would have wicked dance parties.
.xoxo.
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Today was fucking awesome.
Pictures soon.
I love ghosts & such.
And Shannon.
You are my hero darlin'.
Now, time to hang out with her more.
Anti-flag, Unseen & Casualties tomorrow!!!!! Yesssssssssssss.
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