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Saturday, June 2nd, 2001
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1:12 am
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guess WHAT! miss cindy is coming to austin soon. and living at MY house! rockout. it is good that she is getting away, and better that i get to chill with her!
current mood:  chipper
current music: bjork/unravel
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| Thursday, May 31st, 2001
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10:25 am - boys are such boobies.
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what would you do if your boyfriend
1) would not kiss you goodnite when you left his apartment because of what had started as a joke--
he: "i'm playing the 'how many cute girls can you flirt with right in front of your girlfriends face' game, and i win because she didn't slap me"
me:"i'm breaking up with you." [note: this, right here, is the joke; his pompous little flirty game was just jackassed]--
and turned into his overinflated ego--
me: [leaving, after trying to make kissyface with him and being blown off]
he: "oh, you're not even going to kiss me goodbye?"
me: "you wouldn't kiss me! come over here!"
he: "you have to come to me. [now making kissyface in the air at the other end of the gate while his best friend/roommate counted down from ten, kissing the air, and going inside.]
me: [waiting, as surely he was going to come back out in a moment to actually say goodnite]
me: [mournfully walking out to the parking lot at the sound of my friends' impatient voices]-- and
2) layed motionless on the floor as his roommate gave you his best "fuck you" grin and waved you away when you smiled hello through the porch window the next day, having come over to get your bike, which was still parked there, and intended, since the boys were home, to stop in and lounge a bit while you were there?
that's right, girls, you'd hop on that bike and ride away. and when it became apparent that your boyfriend was not going to call you until you called him, you'd decide that, after having been treated with a similarly rude attitude on a more or less continual basis for some time past and then not having been allowed inside his house when you stopped by, you certainly aren't going to be the one to reinitiate contact. yes, girls, you'd decide that you do, indeed, have Very Bad Taste in men.
current mood:  lonely
current music: elliott smith
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| Wednesday, May 30th, 2001
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4:25 am - home is where the heart is
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my feet are dirty & my
hair is a mess & i'm looking
for a place best known as home.
i've got a street & a domicile but i
walk these roads with my pen in hand
& my heart unclothed
& i note that it seems to crack
underneath each footstep.
current mood: melancholy
current music: jeff buckley/hallelujah
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4:23 am
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today someone told me that "in a painfully plain way," i was "gorgeous." i mean that. i really mean that."
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| Wednesday, May 23rd, 2001
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5:52 am - upon her livejournal debut:
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i'm naked and listening to "all i want" by joni mitchell on repeat. the two conditions are not related, though i am swooning at the latter.
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