| feck!
shoot myself in the faceXcore.
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| i think i opened this cute little weblog entry box to say something relevant but now all i can think of is how hungry i am. so hungry. and i have a plan. a plan for total world domination.
ok. not really 'world domination' per se. but! once upon a time a boy named dusty and i went to a chinese restaurant and got some fortune cookies with some pretty lame fortunes in them. and i was like 'i should make my own fortune cookies!'
[duh.]
today i have decided i really might.
dusty, i will be needing your kitchen. if the dishes haven't been done i'll do them. in the meantime, i have a lot of studying to get done before supermagical-makin-fortune-cookies party '07 takes place.
p.s. when's a good time?
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| the only person who left a comment on that last post was suzie.
fuck you xanga.
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| well. it's been a couple months.
and i still don't feel i want to write anything on this page.
all i know... is my life has become quite chaotic. my bills are going to be late again this month and i simply don't feel i have the time to do anything lately. in fact, i told my sister i was going to call her like five days ago and didn't get to until today. her birthday. did i send her a card? nope. i will though. even though 'belated' cards suck.
yeah.
school is going ok though.
and i'm watching the office.
but i have to go to open mic at the street soon cause zach learned how to play 'boots of spanish leather' (my fave!) and wants me to come hear it.
and my contacts are really dry but i ordered a years worth of new ones today so i will be home free in a week.
what else.
oh. you know. the usual.
i feel i have so much in my head these days but none of it is under my own control so i find it all highly irrelevant.
and i have to go now cause one of the captive beads just popped out of one of my lip rings and i need to find it before fiver (suzie's bunny) does.
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| i never update this shit anymore.
i think i am too cool for xanga.
i'm too cool for school, at least.
...
i'll be thinking that when i'm in class at six.
god i'm glad i'll be done with summerschool after tomorrow.
jesus h.
in the meantime.
this twenty-five cent creme soda is goddamn delish.
let's play some guitar.
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