| Sure thing sugar brown. |
[26 Jan 2004|11:40pm] |
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Dumb snowboarding music on le xbox |
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Another beautiful string of words from the mouth of F.Zach McGrath.
The F stands for a homosexually pronnounced FAB-ULOUS!
So earlier I felt like no one fucking cared about me at all but I think I am kinda irrational. Good.
Zach did his Cosby impression so much he got a headache.
I like Zach he is dancing for nickels, someone come save me.
School tomorrow. Watch out friends, I will not be clean.
DEREK MOVED TO HIGHLAND! WOOT!
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| A Torah study group? |
[25 Jan 2004|09:38pm] |
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TV |
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I am watching TV.
I miss my boy.
School tomorrow.
Thank you all so much for commenting.
You guys are the best friends eber!!!
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| I hate popup ads. Orchestras make everything into an epic. |
[25 Jan 2004|09:49am] |
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The Brighteyes Epic. |
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Know what friends? Despite the whole drunken situation I didn't do a fucking thing that effects any of you so if you're going to have a different opinion of me because of that, I don't fucking need you, and I don't fucking need to hear it either.
...This is me excercising my fear that everyone hates me now because of this. Some contact might be nice, some indication as to whether anything has changed or not.
I am so mad at everything. Typing this I could only think of one person whose opinion I don't know about this and it's my best fucking friend in the entire world.
Work today 11-6:30, yuck. But I work with Fran who is sassy. Then homework. Then sleeps.
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| Such is life, she often said. |
[24 Jan 2004|01:01pm] |
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Brighteyes -- Waste of Paint |
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I am not gonna drink.smoke.drug.etc. again.
I am not free. I can't stop thinking about drinking more. Even though I ruined everything last night anyway.
Worse is, I am a fucking coward.
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| Daddy's internet la la la la. |
[22 Jan 2004|10:45pm] |
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Zach talking on mr phone |
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Derek listed Zachopolis and Franamajig as interests. Awesome possum.
So today was nice o rama but long, I went to school, I went to work, I blah blah blah. I MISSED LUNCH TRAY SLEDDING! Zach had his Nextel interview, um, I bought mint kit kat bars, we went to visit Angemala and I bought lots of ramen noodlies, Derek is coming TONIGHT instead of tomorrow.
Zachary beat the system at Best Buy and I got free Lifted or The Story Is In The Soil Keep Your Ear to The Ground. It is really awesome. I am using my dad's laptop and cable internet, it roxors my soxors, but the keyboard is sucksors.
Fathead is meowing a lot, I will hug him now.
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| The last time thing! |
[21 Jan 2004|08:23pm] |
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Zach lost blood flow to his head.
We are gonna go get Mario and Taylor now.
Then go meet Angela/Brendan/Jessie
Howcome Taylor never updates her livejournal anymore?
Everybody dance
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| Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? |
[18 Jan 2004|01:30pm] |
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CABIN FEVER! |
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The Cure -- cut here |
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So it is still snowing and I am getting cabin fever and Zachwy left and now I have no one to snuggle with. Cry. I wanna go away but my mommy/daddy probly won't let me use the car cause it's dangerous and snowing and such. Maybe Derek can come get me before he finally stops in Highland. Maybe the both of them can come by. It doesn't look like it's gonna stop snowing. Yuck. I hope it's not Winter again this time next year.
I will make cookies.
Cookies will cure all the wounds.
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| A metrosexual's guide to style. |
[17 Jan 2004|11:21pm] |
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guess. fucking postal service |
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I see God everywhere. We all see God everywhere, but we are never looking.
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| Amish: how they stay slim |
[17 Jan 2004|10:47am] |
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The Postal Service -- such great heights. |
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Yes I'm serious. That was on the AOL News welcome screen when I got online this morning. I was almost tempted to click but then I figured it out: they do farm work all freaking day. Their muscles must be as stringy as...well something stringy.
I think I have to make a movie out of the Flaming Lips album "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots". It's just begging. But it would need to be a cartoon full of robots and hot naked cartoon ass.
I don't wanna work today.
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| Now I am finally seeing I was the one worth leaving. |
[16 Jan 2004|07:10pm] |
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Postal Service - such great heights |
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Fuck.
$125.
!@#$%^&*()!
Fuck.
To exist for the next two weeks.
Bought new gages. $13. Bought gas. $10. Bought food/feminine products. $5 total. You do the fucking math.
Oh and I owe $30 to parents. Put that in there too.
There go my girlhood dreams of eating three meals a day.
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| Knuckles clench to mine. |
[16 Jan 2004|10:37am] |
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Postal Service -- The District Sleeps Alone Tonight |
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I get paid today.
I will get a slightly obese check.
I will then take said money and blow it on material objects. And gas.
Who's on?
Angela sorry I didn't call last night I fell asleep during Memento and woke up at all hours of ze night. I will call you at the end of my doctor's appt. and come by. Come get my check with me. I want check.
I need to go do something creative now.
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| No music = no good subject line |
[15 Jan 2004|10:31am] |
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Zachary making sweet love to guitar. |
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Zach slept over last night causa the snow. It was nice to have him to snuggle with in the morning, even though he slept downstairs. I want breakfast but we decided only after a round of livejournal whoring.
Last night was slightly eventful. We went to Andrew's who I missed sooooo much and smoked and spent our change on donuts, then went back to his house where we watched family guy and made/ate pasta then went to Atlanta's and got more silly and I GOT TO PLAY WINDWAKER and I GOT THE MASTER SWORD and suck on it a one time. I am a nerd.
So I work today 2-7 but then I wanna doooo things. Someone doooo things with me. I work five days this week. That is not fucking cool. I am really happy school starts next week, I really am.
No one comments ever. I hate you guys.
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| Man alive! There are men alive in here! |
[14 Jan 2004|12:55pm] |
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SILENCE |
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So I just got back from work. Yea. Work. 8-12. Yea. Work.
There's no fucking food in this house. It's all old people food, that's boring, smells like old vegetable soup, and is easy to chew. I have no car for the day. My dad wants to see exactly what Volvo is leaking. But he is sure as fuck taking his sweet time about it. I am dirty, and tired, and hungry, and cranky, and have just finished dealing with 4000 rude fabric patrons, and if anyone fucking messes with me today I will flatten them swiftly and without consideration.
I want my fucking check
I want a fucking sandwich
I want a fucking shower
Most of all, I want a fucking CIGARETTE
...This is what life must be like when you're older.
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| shrug. |
[13 Jan 2004|10:05am] |
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The Cure -- Friday i'm in love |
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I look at that box of brown dye like thirty times a day now. I really wanna make it brown again. Like, NOW. But maybe I should wait it out a couple weeks. I don't really have time to do it today anyway. Well, I do, I have four hours before I need to go to work. ????????
My mom is making oatmeal cookies. She thinks I have diabetes. Long story.
Work today 2-7 (come and visit!) and then shopping with Xtina and Hugh. Woot. Possibly some Zach in there somewhere, but I do not really know.
I need shampoo. I will go get. And conditioner, oddly enough.
( and this dumb survey too. )
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| I hate snow. Fucking hate it. |
[12 Jan 2004|12:28pm] |
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Here I be at Zach's. He's not awake yet so I am whoring it up on livejournal. Woot.
Last night was awesome, got outta work went to Zachary's left and spent his Borders giftcard. He bought me a Flaming Lips CD. For no reason. I wub him. And we got Quiznos which rox my sox. Then we met Angela and Brendan and Steamliner(adopt funny voice here) in the Grand Union Parking lot at 9 p.m. We were there every night at 9 p.m. until she showed up. Then we went to Barnes and Noble (which cloes at 11 pm on SUNDAY NIGHTS, I'll have you know) And read magazine stacks and drank chai until they kicked us out and BUST magazine is the best alt women's magazine I have ever seen. Then it was bedtime so we all went to our respective places.
Wispride vegetable cream cheese spread tastes like vegetable cheeeeese spread. When is that fucker gonna wake up? I have to go home. I will leave stealthily and he will think it was a one night stand. Woot.
Ima post more pictures of Everready later today when I come home, but they are mostly gonna be to show you my new hair color.
Love
Ms Spiritual Tramp of 1948
P.S. ( click o rama! )
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| Ringle dingle dingle doooooooo |
[11 Jan 2004|09:46am] |
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Modest Mouse -- Tundra/Desert |
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I figured I would do it before I went to work
So Angela's thingy was a success. Woot. Here are pictures from said event. For more shots like these:
( click this motherfucker right here! )
More to come later sweeties. Zachawy only gave me one floppy.
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| Please back away and let me go. |
[10 Jan 2004|12:27pm] |
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The Postal Service -- we will become sillhouettes |
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I feel weird today.
Kinda like everyone around me is totally clueless.
Well not everyone. Some important people.
I am totally clueless too. Like, I really want to never leave my house again. I never want to see anyone again, I just want to sit at home and be left alone forever. I am sure this will pass. Maybe it's a social overload.
Anyway last time I checked I had things to do so maybe I should go do them.
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| I looooooove the Postal Service. |
[09 Jan 2004|05:53pm] |
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Death Cab -- Transatlanticism |
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Not only are they Ben from Death Cab they also brought me Cursive and Modest Mouse I ordered in record time. BAD PUN.
Tomorrow is EXCITING. I went through such battle to spell that. Ugh.
Got back from mall with hanging out with That Boat and Steamliner (guess it, I dare you). I am wearing ONE dangly earring, they went to get their noses pierced and I am gonna eat dinner and then go buy a hookah with Zach and Derek. Well, watch them do it. I have no moneys. I don't even wanna smoke. I don't wanna sleep there either. I kinda never want to leave my house again. I don't know why. It's nothing personal.
I haven't even opened the other two CDs. I am on a big music buying rampage.
I'm going to Philadelphia with my cousin Joy next weekend, I think. I am gonna have to work though. I just fucking realized. Fuck. Maybe I can call in. Probably not. I really wanted to go too.
My sweater has a penguin on it
My mom gave me argyle legwarmers
Life is sooooo good
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| I'm on a roll? |
[09 Jan 2004|01:59am] |
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None. Computer makes a whirring noise. |
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Tonight
+ ZFarchy
+ Quart of rocky road
+ Chick flick with penis shot
+ oh how I love talking with you
= woot
Modest Mouse is coming to Irving Plaza feb. 4th and 5th. Thank you Sara Cagianese. Or however it is spelled. Could I be anymore there? The second I get my check it's going toward a ticket for me. I will go alone if need be. It's Modest fucking Mouse.
I still wanna be the queen of secrecy like Margot Tannenbaum. I want to be mysterious and have lusty dark affairs with a million boys, and ladies too. But still remain a beautiful and obtainable woman. Har. Instead I am with my ZF. Which is just as good. He is wonderful, and in quite a rational sense. And he takes care of me. Which is more valuable than a million love letters, a million meaningless affairs. Alright, I will shut up.
Tomorrow I am all alone during the day, someone occupy me.
( this is a weird sort of love. )
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