August 2010
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this shit never went away; it just went dormant.
and these sleepless nights are oh so familiar
leaning from the balcony
as if without a care,
wondering should i take the fall,
or should i take the stairs
i should probably go back on antidepressants
so i can kill this fucking libido that obviously causes too many fucking problems.
this sucks.
i have a virus in my eye. result: i’m not allowed to put my contacts in until i’m all better. i’m pretty much blind without them. result: i can’t read, watch tv, go outside, or use the computer. and even if i could see, i couldn’t use the computer, because i fucking managed to get a fucking virus on it.
this all sucks very much :(
what weird dreams.
and i wish he’d wake up so we could eat.
oh right, it’s 6:45 in the morning.
it's our one year anniversary
and i am hungover, with a migraine, and my eye hurts like hell. also, got a virus on our computer.
happy anniversary =\
dranky crow
i’m so fucking druuunk!
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o___o'
sheeeeeeiiit.
i’m out of cigarettes.
i should probably start seeing a psychologist again.
i have no clean underwear
so i’m wearing his.
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took my engagement ring to get it resized
i get it back next week.
feels so weird not having it on :(
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Beginning, End →
this is pretty great. simple, but great.
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being buzzed alone:
fuckin’ sucks.
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YEAH I'M LISTENING TO ALIZEE AND I LIKE IT
SO JUST FUCK OFF
I'M REALLY FUCKING SICK OF HAVING NIGHTMARES EVERy...
eating cereal in 5...
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YAY CEREAL TIMES
yeah, i'm marrying an atheist. and maybe...
but at least i’ll have a husband who tells me he loves me every single day, who respects me, who holds my hand and hugs me and kisses me, who makes love to me usually at least once a day, who listens to me and talks to me, to whom i can tell anything to without being ridiculed, who sleeps in the same bed as me, who is honest, polite, loyal, and faithful, and when we talk, it isn’t to...
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really starting to fucking dislike my family.
the family related to me by blood, not by (soon to be) marriage.
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D: so how are they?
V: how are you
V: what
V: fuck
V: pardon my language
V: *how are who?
this site is beyond amusing
Lilie: .do you have a keyborad ?
Jason: what sort of question is that?
Vera: if i'm typing, it's pretty obvious that i have a keyboard
Vera: hahaha
Vera: i like you, Jason
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there's much in this world i don't understand; it...
i’m so glad i fell in love with him.
wtf, clouds
why did you stop raining?
so like, this pasta i just cooked smells like wet...
:(
cherry flavoured Djarum Blacks
seriously, guyz?
who the fuck would smoke cherry Djarum Blacks?
anyway, bought a pack of Phillip Morris. shitheaps tastier than my last pack of Lucky Strikes.
djarum black
might be buying my first pack today or tomorrow, depending on which day we go to Odéon. it’s for reals this time, guyz.
also, getting my back fixed thursday. at least i hope it’ll be fixed afterwards. cannot wait.
i am so tired.
want to know how much? tired enough that the only thing i can think about is blowing my fucking brains out, cos at least when i’m dead, i won’t need sleep.
at the rate i’m going, i’ll be dead in a few days anyway.
baby birds are funny, lol
cos they suck at flying
publication of the banns
we went to the mairie today (that’s like a city hall, yo, with a mayor and all. except in Paris, each arrondissement has one). we turned in all the documents for the marriage, and tomorrow, they’ll publish the banns (public notice that we’re getting married, and if anyone has reason to object, they can). the banns will be up for ten days, and once those ten days are up, we get to...
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for once, i wish i were actually [temporarily]...
like food-poisoning sick or stomach flu sick. something like that, where i’m super sick for a few days and someone has to do everything for me.
why? because i’m fucking tired of all the things that are constantly wrong with me. see: neuralgia in my back (if you don’t know what neuralgia is, it’s pretty much where certain nerves react without any stimulation, so your brain...
chicha (shee-sha) bars are the shiz
i mean, REALLY the shiz
i want to get over this, but i don't know how.
guess i’ll go smoke a cigarette.
it's a little early for fall rains,
but hey, i’m not complaining
