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[Aug. 4th, 2009|02:15 am] |
Hey.
I'm back.
Apparently there was a little-me here while I was gone.
Anyone who saw him, please... forget you did. He's an ass.
Apparently I have another new relative now. Or something. Someone enlighten me. And tell me everywhere I used to go to sleep is still here. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|03:13 am] |
Apparently, I do not have allergies or a dread disease.
I've something far, far worse.
It's.... it's almost too terrible to mention.
It's sunburn.
I am devastated. :(
Also? Russia - You owe me. You owe me big.
Also also? I like sugar. Crashing? Not so much. Alas, I think I'm going to sneak into some poet's bed now. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|04:37 pm] |
Right, I need to stop moping around the house on my off-days. Who wants to go see what kind of trouble we can get into in Atlantic City? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|04:41 pm] |
I'm gonna go cause a troubles. Who wants to comes along?
Natalie, dudes-Natalie, shut a hells up. Already records my part. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|04:56 pm] |
So, apparently my birthday's coming up. It's on the calendar. I must have picked one when I was older, it's a good day to have a birthday, August 28th, end of summer, not into fall.
Guess this means I should start planning a party, huh? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|08:29 pm] |
Shit, I hate crying. I guess I'm kind of lucky only a few movies make me do it. And I think I cried once when Dani had to go to the hospital.
Note to self: don't watch Dead Poets Society unless you're in a good mood. Even if you're feeling all in the mood for pretty boys and Shakespeare. |
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