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Posted on October 12, 2007 @ 4:51 pm
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things are smooth, after a couple transitions, you might say, like getting involved with a 21 year old sociopath (who is nothing but a whore) that went out of her way to seduce an ex boyfriend of mine, and ending up hundreds of miles from california in a hippie van with 8 other travelers, heading towards the rainbow gathering in Oregon... peace and love, dudes...
Right now a certain someone is still stuck in Santa Cruz, probably doing time for violating his probation terms.. he dug himself deep in that one, and I miss him, I have never been one to rely on faith (much), so I'm strugging against it because I am not setting myself up for a long distance failure again. Hopefully he's okay, that's all I'll say..
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Posted on December 19, 2006 @ 3:28 am
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Wow, tonight was utterly insane.
Sampson, Timmy, Nat and me hung out today. It's been...months, years? Once again Chinatown became an old haunt; we are teenagers emerging now, not like the kids we used to be. Jean Parker was quite nostalgic, we drifted in and out of the yards and rooms, absorbing in the strange familiarity that was our lives years ago. I had a lot of fun.... I think its been a while since I've had any new exploits... its almost like coming off a dry spell.
Eleanora's birthday party was mind blowing. Smoke was drifting out of the small room, amid the music and Tsa and bodies moshing. I couldn't have a better time on vodka and Sprite, grinding next to strange faces. The stench of weed and alcohol and sweat stuck to my skin and I fell over a couple times, but an arm or hand would extend and pull me up again, and thrust me into the surging crowd. We completely trashed her basement, the lot of us. And I'd never thought tsa would sound so good drunk; I kind of reached my limit after Fonzie...
p.s. KATHY is so cute.
lilvampiremaiden (1:35:47 AM): i dyed my hair green twice
lilvampiremaiden (1:35:57 AM): but i don't have green hair anymore
lilvampiremaiden (1:36:01 AM): it sucks...
bambisOUTofTOWN (1:36:15 AM): lol thats weird cause i have green hair now
lilvampiremaiden (1:36:24 AM): lol
lilvampiremaiden (1:36:27 AM): XD
lilvampiremaiden (1:36:34 AM): omfg you're like the little me
lilvampiremaiden (1:36:40 AM): haha
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Posted on September 09, 2006 @ 3:48 am
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...with the randomization(s) to make up for it. Effort to turn tonight into a cracking bonfire diminished, i guess we don't breed well with the benevelent social climbers. (<--- I consider that "trends" do impersonate good social "status" and being "well off" and "hip". ) Oh well, i don't want such insolent behavior around me. Arlene was ok, nothing too extraordinary or extravagant, but her friends and me \Rocelle didn't mingle.
There was this keg party at the Arb, we kept a fair amount of adversity among us before crashing it, one of those including the misplacement of a "dime" baggie and the interruption of strangers that we've met in the past and now has lost touch with. Nate, Rich, Sonya, Jeff... i can't get over the fact that Fate, or chance, can be ever so precise, that we would all be bumping shoulders on this day.
all of this
will unravel
by the end
when your words grow tender
and i don't listen any more
to any of your fallen
grace
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Posted on August 07, 2006 @ 2:50 pm
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only about 3 more weeks of leisure, than school
kinda hoping for another night with him.
last time was perfect.
yep, that's about it
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Posted on May 24, 2006 @ 2:02 pm
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| im trying to break your heart. |
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Posted on February 17, 2006 @ 4:52 pm
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i keep neglecting this little corner of my life.
hmm.
i believe its going to rain today.
a 2:55 am write a day ago.
From the memoirs of her dyslexic mind she
Was finally able to cogitate her kaleidoscopic
Fiends.
Dear diary, she penned.
The pendulum between lust and love has long
Since been overthrown by the
Throes of narcotics in
My system.
Sister,
The thirsting impulse of a
Neurotic individual inside
Me
Has long since
Deteriorated like a patient undergoing
Lobotomy
The
Pending silence has
Hit me
Hard
The riveting mind
Does not have an
Anchor anymore.
In some circumstances, most are expected to vent and cry
In my conclusion, diary, I'm saying goodbye.
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Posted on August 21, 2005 @ 5:44 pm
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Just one look into your eyes
One look and I'm crying
'Cause you're so beautiful
Just one kiss and I'm alive
One kiss and I'm ready to die
'Cause you're so beautiful
Just one touch and I'm on fire
One touch and I'm crying
'Cause you're so beautiful
Just one smile and I'm wild
One smile and I'm ready to die
'Cause you're so beautiful
Oh and you're so beautiful
My darling
Oh you're so beautiful
You're so beautiful
Oh my baby
You're so beautiful
And you're so beautiful
Oh my darling
Oh my baby
And you're so beautiful
(i love Him)
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Posted on July 09, 2005 @ 6:37 pm
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how to make it work out in the longrun
but..
Happy belated 15 to me!
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Posted on May 15, 2005 @ 1:01 pm
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Piercings are killer. (Even though I Believe I have a bit of a tolerance for the pain)I pierced upper cartilege on my left ear. going for right one and then a couple more after that. lol. I wonder how im going to sleep( going to be a bitch)
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Posted on April 17, 2005 @ 2:20 am
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"I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black"
Friends only. You know the drill.
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