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(no subject) [Aug. 27th, 2004|02:58 pm]
im really sick of this shit.the internet and lj.i mean i dont really know these people so i find it hard to give a shit.its all indulgent bullshit,and im the same.im too much of a narcisist to cut it out though.i have no job,and nothing to do most days,so i flop around doing sfa.when college starts it'll be an improvement i hope.im scared ,though.my clothes all seem ming,and i know the place will be full of trendy southsiders.im worried that ill make no friends.what a baby.
my skin is a mess,and i feel fat in these jeans.i cant affrod to go out tonight ,and i dont really want to .its HER birthday so i must.so far my plan to be no longer friends with her has failed.its no tas if i see these people so often that they are a burden.and the other one who keeps emailing.i mean ,i cant think of shit to say in response and its exhausitng.

moan moan moan

its not as if anyone reads this shit anyway.
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(no subject) [Aug. 19th, 2004|04:18 pm]
life is sweet

college money boy

oh yea
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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2004|11:44 am]
o mo cheann.

i am tired but happy.i do love the x files,especially mulder...mmmmmm
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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2004|07:16 pm]
oh that boy,that boy.

he's a hot little biscuit,and i want to crunch and munch on him.
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(no subject) [Jun. 20th, 2004|06:26 pm]
Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite,
In sister cells, the cloister bells,
tolled on her wedding night
Ophelia was the rebel girl,
A blue-stockinged suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes
And Ophelia was the sweetheart to a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight,
Love was at first sight, love
Ophelia was a demi-goddess
In pre-war Babylon
So statuesque, a silhouette
In black, satin evening gowns
Ophelia was the mistress to a Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan
Ophelia was the circus queen, the female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause
Hey, he-he-he-he-hey,
Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone, a god-damned hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense lay wasted and in vain
For Ophelia'd know your every woe and every pain you'd ever have
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
Help you to forget
And help you to forget
And help you to forget
Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone
To secret doors down corridors
She'd wander them alone
All alone
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(no subject) [Jun. 20th, 2004|06:17 pm]
oh my god golly kids,
party tongiht and i ve got the jitters.\

i love joni mitchell-court and spark.
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(no subject) [Jun. 18th, 2004|01:30 pm]
im scared. i didnt do well enough.

i like a boy.for the first time in ages.but im scared he doesnt like me.

im a silly girly girl again.
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(no subject) [Mar. 19th, 2004|09:15 pm]
i may just put everyone here cuz its so damn purty.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2004|09:33 pm]
i feel like im in the centre of something big,but not of it,and not feeling it.
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(no subject) [Feb. 18th, 2004|06:47 pm]
this is a nice day.my friend saved me from studying by asking me out to town.and here i am.doing the same thing i'd be doing normally,but i dont mind.

it's cold and bright out,very deceptive.muppets keep going around mistaking the sunshine for warmth.but i know better.never take chances with the weather!
(i'm irish)
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