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You know what's sad?
I know who I'd want for a partner, and they're a fictional character who would never be interested in return. Go fucking figure.
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| You Raise me Up |
[26 Sep 2005|02:00pm] |
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"You raise me up" - Josh Groban |
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I need to eat but I can't bring myself downstairs--my illness is horrendous.
For mother's sensitivity, she certainly is not helpful anymore with her, "Take tylonel otherwise it'll just be allergies and you'll be wasting the day."
Fortunately, I stood my ground, insistent that I am getting all my work done. I need to register for the GED too... tomorrow. And book two rooms for next year's Otakon.
Reminds me of my theme, remember?
"Hey, I'm sick, Mom! Where's the fight, Dad? Dealing with your life, dead bodies everywhere. You really want me to be a good son, why do you make me feel like no one?"
Anyway, have work in an hour--I feel like crap. Royally so. Still, at least I will get paid for four hours of work, and I'm going to insist that Miss Righteous 14-year-old does her share. Today I am not in the mood to bend over for anyone (metaphorically speaking).
Uhnnn... eyes hurt. Maybe after RPing the rest of the Uo and Kyo thing I'll dress, eat, and go to work. For the record, I had two slices of toast for breakfast and a little cottage cheese. I think I drank orange juice.
Mom has Miso soup.
Sleepies...
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| Oh. |
[10 Sep 2005|05:22pm] |
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"Sigur Ros" - Sigur Ros |
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So that's why I wasn't called.
Ah. Okay.
P.S. Why did I forget that Jónsi is half-blind?
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| I cry tears of sorrow, only they never liquify. |
[28 Jul 2005|11:23pm] |
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"Alone I Break" - KoRn |
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Finding out a true intention can only break one's heart.
Two eps of QAF down and I'm blue; now we know there's a problem.
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[23 Jun 2005|10:48pm] |
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Animal Cops |
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Will be making a major LJ-friends cut here.
Please comment if you actually read this.
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| The Shelter |
[28 Mar 2005|02:27pm] |
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"Home" - Three Days Grace |
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Always walk alone.
In a black trenchcoat, the chill rain burns the fabric agains pale skin
The long white hands and fingers blotched by scarred and bruised knuckles
Love no one, for they will never love thee back.
The complexity of the situation is simple--One doesn't feel the spark; they are alone. We breed asexuality.
I shall write that for preference from now on.
To look upon a person and see nothing appealing, to watch with such a disinterest, to stare and try to jump start the heart.
To not cry and be the shelter, the words of wisdom to so many yet only able to somewhat open to one.
The sad part is everyone thinks I tell them; how little about me do you know.
The only thing I'd wish for is a tiny spark of something, but then there was none.
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| Peak |
[18 Mar 2005|05:05pm] |
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Nirvana Unplugged in NY |
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I walked into the light and looked down, not even noticing the crocus before my mother pointed them out. One small clump; purple tiny flowers peaking into full bloom.
The mourning of the cello filled my ears as I bid my hair farewell.
Another minute passed.
A ringing.
Another minute passed.
Hello; goodbye.
Do you want to go? No?
You're going anyway;
I don't ask you for very much
And your friends always bail on you and your plans anyway.
Give us a kiss, then goodbye.
40 minutes of silent screams.
Knuckles white from gripping.
Stop car--no one.
Empty house.
Hold me; Don't touch me.
Pick up the pieces.
Acidic tears falling; falling tears acidic.
Another minute.
A commercial re-run.
People who I'll never meet but see in dreams.
Never know me.
Hold me; Don't touch me.
Hello Goodbye.
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| Strain |
[19 Feb 2005|10:19pm] |
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Mom's playing |
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Set my heart at ease, for I am not well.
Is it an addiction, or do I love you?
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| Discovering myself; the Br0knWingMartyr |
[22 Jan 2005|11:35pm] |
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"Enormous Penis" - DaVinci's Notebook |
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Important Self-Discovery:
I have come to the conclusion that I am Dr. Ruth's spiritual twin.
Why?
It's all about 'teh penis' and 'teh penis' and 'You must embrace teh penis'!
As well, I am in the process of creating a giant phallic symbol of a snowman.
Thank you, Doctor Ruth.
~Your spiritual twin
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| Procrastination Rocks! |
[22 Dec 2004|12:51pm] |
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GW theme |
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I work 2-10 today...
Whatever happened to me telling them that "I do not close"?
Well, no complaints. I'm not working Thursday OR Friday OR Sunday. *phew*
I should be getting dressed, but once again I am procrastinating. My face looks like shit, but that's probably because I got sick, slept 11 hours last night... oh, and lets not forget that I didn't get my shower. *grumbles about laundry*
I'm not sure if I have a work shirt today. If not, I will be wearing a teeshirt inside-out. If they don't like it, too fucking bad.
I guess being in sales really makes me a bitch, but then again considering I'm the best salesperson there at the moment I feel that I have first dibs.
By the way, loving my Gundam Wing set. I'm getting quite fond of Heero which is a surprise since usually I am not a fan of the star. I think he's kick ass though, and the few witty comments made just kill me. He and Yuki Eiri would get along.
*thinks* Perhaps that will be my universal treat to the world: attempting to make a good GW/Gravitation Crossover, and no, I mean a different one than the plot line I created with Tohma's childhood stardom as an actor in series such as GW and Fruits Basket. A humorous crossover might have a huge queen/bitchout between Tohma and Quatre and Heero and Hiro always responding at the same time to EVERYTHING, an alliance between K, Duo, and WuFei, and Ryuichi paying Trowa to do his clown stuff.
Fuck, really do need to get dressed. Visit me? Please?
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