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2003 18 December :: 3.02 pm
Well, tomorrow is my birthday.
I got blocked last night.
I get to have lots of fun tomorrow and saturday and sunday, I can't wait.
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2003 17 December :: 10.03 pm
god I fucking hate you you piece of mother fucking shit
make me cry very
fucking nice
every fucking night
ever FUCKING night
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2003 16 December :: 5.25 pm
Being fine is underestimated
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2003 16 December :: 3.37 pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Clumsy~ OLP
you will be safe
I just want to be held
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2003 15 December :: 9.09 pm
:: Mood: *sigh*
:: Music: disarm
smile
Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone in case, you realize that sometimes you're not okay
You level off but its not all right now
You need to understand
There's nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
Maybe you should sleep
Maybe you just need a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here
Throw away this very old shoelace that tripped you again
Try and shrug it off
It's only skin now
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you
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2003 15 December :: 9.03 pm
:: Mood: *sigh*
:: Music: let her cry~hootie and the blowfish
Let her cry
She sits alone by a lamppost
trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
but Stipe's not far behind
She never lets me in
only tell me where's she's been
when she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care I just run my hands
through her dark hair and I pray to God
you gotta help me fly away
And just:
Let her cry:if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing:if it eases all her pain
Let her go:let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be:let her be.
This morning I woke up alone
found a note by the phone
saying maybe I'll be back some day
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what to do
so I sat back down had a beer and felt sorry for myself.
Last nite I tried to leave
She cried so much I just
could not believe
she was the same girl I
fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to
get high
I sat down on my couch
and cried
yelling oh mama please
help me
won't you hold my hand
I want to be in [his] arms right now.
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2003 15 December :: 3.19 pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: disarm
cut you
good.
*sigh*
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2003 13 December :: 4.05 pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Bathwater~No Doubt
Museum of lovers
They say things happen for a reason
Well, why can't we know what the reason is before it happens.
That would just be so much nicer.
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2003 12 December :: 10.19 pm
Just got done watching Pirates of the Carribean.
I just realized how attractive orlando bloom is.
heh.
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2003 12 December :: 3.36 pm
Pointless week over
Onto pointless week-end
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2003 11 December :: 5.27 pm
*sigh* yep... another pointless boring week that is almost through. Tomorrow, I am skipping fourth hour cuz no ones gonna be there. So I'm just gonna go home for lunch and not come back. Yippy.
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2003 10 December :: 10.16 pm
Well, this is beginning to feel like a short week. The days feel long.. but yet.. short once I look back.
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2003 8 December :: 7.28 pm
I hate everything I know about me.
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2003 8 December :: 7.17 pm
:: Mood: meh...
Oh yes I'm guilty
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it... you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you... but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it... you're my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush... you're my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it... you're my kind of man
No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
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2003 7 December :: 8.34 pm
:: Mood: meh
:: Music: bathwater
I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
*sigh* another two weeks of shit...
I don't think I can make it.
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