MUSIC: Pogues, Team Dresch, my grandpa's singing, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Filth, Crisis(Karen Crisis has some powerful vocals.) AND
Not a whole lot going on, it's a day of nothing where that something doesn't matter. I'm really glad my sister (not the evil one) is here. May go to San Antonio with the fam but only if the sun decides to grace us with it's presence though it's raining and I like it that way. Have not slept than merely a few hours over the pass few nights, it has nothing to do with my sister's quiet baby, SKYE being here, or the rain, thundering, and lightning that light up the sky with flashes and noise that keep me awake, it is a lot of things-others, other things. Old catastrophic consequences of those actions of another with such an impact.
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My family is trying to find the owner of this beautiful Jack Russel Terrier, my stray that was brought to me, thus breaking my heart. He may have been abused. He is no longer Mangey and I took him to the vet, he has no mange, no fleas, ticks, mites, or lice. He is allergic to grass. He's only a year old and is the best dog anyone could ask for. He is confused for all the 12 members of my family that are here have all called him an array of names.
I miss my best friend who is still in Hell Paso. I dread next week's end. I do not want to hear that shallow voice in those long empty hall ways that mislead into the rooms that have all but one who have a little to take or give along with a twisted view on how certain ordeals should be handled without knowing the feelings behind the walls and blind, open, lying eyes. I want to have fun and be far from here. Why must they consume it all? And why I have 2 bottles of wine in my fridge that were bought a week ago and are still untouched, I do not know. Why the hell my work hired 3 new cashiers when they can barely afford to give the full time employees like me nothing more than 8 hours a week, I do not know. And that sums up the good ups and downs and the shitty things a bit. Have millions upon millions of memories on papers and writings from the past consumed in a huge container so my mind won't be consumed by them. I have to get out of here! I need to find a new place and a room mate. I have to study. No sign of my SG boy beater, ahhhh, no sign of getting more hours at work, ahhhh, no sign of me developing boobs either, blah. I am going to go frolic wherever the hell it is my legs take me too. I need a good laugh. So everyone have whatever it is you will, hope it's good whatever that may be.
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Not a whole lot going on, it's a day of nothing where that something doesn't matter. I'm really glad my sister (not the evil one) is here. May go to San Antonio with the fam but only if the sun decides to grace us with it's presence though it's raining and I like it that way. Have not slept than merely a few hours over the pass few nights, it has nothing to do with my sister's quiet baby, SKYE being here, or the rain, thundering, and lightning that light up the sky with flashes and noise that keep me awake, it is a lot of things-others, other things. Old catastrophic consequences of those actions of another with such an impact.
On other notes:
My family is trying to find the owner of this beautiful Jack Russel Terrier, my stray that was brought to me, thus breaking my heart. He may have been abused. He is no longer Mangey and I took him to the vet, he has no mange, no fleas, ticks, mites, or lice. He is allergic to grass. He's only a year old and is the best dog anyone could ask for. He is confused for all the 12 members of my family that are here have all called him an array of names.
I miss my best friend who is still in Hell Paso. I dread next week's end. I do not want to hear that shallow voice in those long empty hall ways that mislead into the rooms that have all but one who have a little to take or give along with a twisted view on how certain ordeals should be handled without knowing the feelings behind the walls and blind, open, lying eyes. I want to have fun and be far from here. Why must they consume it all? And why I have 2 bottles of wine in my fridge that were bought a week ago and are still untouched, I do not know. Why the hell my work hired 3 new cashiers when they can barely afford to give the full time employees like me nothing more than 8 hours a week, I do not know. And that sums up the good ups and downs and the shitty things a bit. Have millions upon millions of memories on papers and writings from the past consumed in a huge container so my mind won't be consumed by them. I have to get out of here! I need to find a new place and a room mate. I have to study. No sign of my SG boy beater, ahhhh, no sign of getting more hours at work, ahhhh, no sign of me developing boobs either, blah. I am going to go frolic wherever the hell it is my legs take me too. I need a good laugh. So everyone have whatever it is you will, hope it's good whatever that may be.
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ren:
haha, how's fooker/fooked??? even if you havent named him that, it shall forever be his nickname in my eyes 
poem:
same here. 
I hate Richmond. I wanna move to Philly
I hate Richmond. I wanna move to Philly