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[Nov. 28th, 2004|05:47 pm] |
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i really hate a lot of people |
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[Nov. 26th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
i love loretta lynn
reaLLY
SLEEP
NOW MOREW TOMORROW |
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[Nov. 24th, 2004|03:42 pm] |
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Just noticed inexpensive copies of skating on the edge over at Amazon |
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[Oct. 27th, 2004|05:14 pm] |
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I just did a really long update and lost it just don't fill up for do it again |
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| right now i am drunk |
[Sep. 29th, 2004|10:44 pm] |
good choice n'est pas/
wow--this is hard
that sAID 3 DOCS TODAYone of them, encouraging
i seem to havwe had lung cANCER THAT SPREAD TO MY BRAIN
I am a fucking party animal
more ;lATER |
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| goldberg wins bad news sweepstakes |
[Sep. 28th, 2004|01:58 pm] |
i have something that no members of the current adminstration have:
proof i have a brain
i know because they found (count 'em)six tumours in it
really.
so we all have the fun of watching my one finger typing to the great beyong on line
the neurosurgeon gave me a pass
we'll see wHAT THE ONOCOLIGIST SAYS
i'll take prayers to any entirty
thAT anyone believes inb
i'llfucking kill and then haunt anyone who types hugs |
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| Pod person lost in a sea of typos |
[Sep. 22nd, 2004|12:16 pm] |
this iswaht happens when i type without going back over evertything carefully and making corections withbit bybut
in the fun with my body department; my brain sends the same messages to my fingers that it always has, butfuck it, somewhere betweenmy brain and the keyboard the neurons
misfire. (i suspect most people have long suspected that i'm just a tad off torque neurologically)
occasionally i entertain myself by trying to scratch my head with my left hand and the silly hand flops around on my head as if it got the message,"dribbleyour head like a basketball."
my left hand, you know,the sinister side has quite obviously been taken over by the aliens and i could not pass a field sobriety test sober. i am hopeful that my wayward hand will start grabbing stranger's dicks in public. thatwouldbe, if nothing else, great entertainment. i'm already gleefully imagining court proceedings involving immense amounts of medical testimony, my hysterical claims of alien abduction, a former elementary school teacher of mine sorrowfully shaking her head and saying, 'we always knew that child weren't right."
i just can't figure out the role that flaming dwarves and Fred play in this scenario and i can't have a good da da redux fantasy without Fred and i have always been fond of flaming dwarves.
my typing speed is firghteningly slow. i feel as though somehow a woman in khaki pants and polo shirt who is clutching a wad of coupons and talking on a cell phone about her pap smear and the cereal preferances of her 8 year old daughter has parked her shopping cart in my fucking brain.
in further news:
the ex-son-in-law of the grandmother of baby crack dealer is trying to get the grandmother of baby crack dealer to will her house to him. the grandmother of baby crack dealer is also bernie's mother. grandmother has put up said house as collateral on the loan mother of both baby crack dealerand federal prisoner has bought with her current immorata. bernie is a tad concerned that his momma will lose her house.
but more signifcantly: my car now has a tax avlue of250 and a blue book value of370. i have a new goal: keep the car until it goes into negative value and the county pays me taxes.
i owe a bunch of people (hello darren) emails and explainations and i will go into email mode later today.
please ffor the love of whatever is holy to you. do not leave hug messagesor sorry you can't function messages or anything positive prayerful or heartwarming in my journal today. if you do, even if i love, i'll be forced to hunt you down and kill you,i'm just that kindof gal rightnow, do keep in mind that it'smy l;eft hand that has the problem and i shoot right handed. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2004|09:17 pm] |
i am broke, disorganized, ashamed of what a wretched piece of work i am and completely convinced that i am not really entitled to the oxygen that i use.
i've created a system of torture and cleverly disguised it as a life --- and i am not really crazy about this.
i still don't know whether or not i can go to spookycon--- must argue with the folk at us air again over my frequent flyer miles --- must figure out if i'll have any money at the end of october ---i suspect not
must beat up on self for lack of money
but beyond all that, what has pushed me over the fucking edge, brought me to a point where i could do a Charles Whitman --- is that Roy fucking Horn says the fucking feline saved him, Roy says he was having a stroke and the cat was dragging him to safety
there is only so much optomism, it's all good, and mystical universe has a plan i can take before it's lock and load time. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2004|09:22 pm] |
l'shanna tova.
that is all.
that is enough. |
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