beyond_rhythm

Don't you hate it when bad relationships repeat themselves in perfect de ja vous style? Grrr...

I love corn dogs. That is all.

Dude. Someone told me I had a nice rack. Rule. I have never in my life recieved that compliment (which I should have probably taken offensively but eh...) as I have always been a smaller girl in all ways. But now, thanks to birth control, I have boobs. I am eternally grateful

I killed a spider the other day with a can of roach spray. Every time I would spray it, it would ball up for a minute and then unball itself and run. I would spray it again and it would react the same way. This happend for a solid minute or two before it finally never uncoiled.
I fought tears.
Because it broke my heart...
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Motorcycle places yet another friend in the hospital. This one, thankfully, will live, unlike the last. His passenger, however, did not have that luxury. She died this morning. What else can I say? My 6 years of growing hate for motorcycles and paranoia of friends dying leaves me sleepless in this situation...
I suppose I'll clean. Or something. Anything but think.

Ahh. The frustration of monorhythmic (shut up, it's a word now) , somewhat-stagnant but off-to-a-beautiful-start song is over. Thanks to a refreshing jam with some friends earlier this evening, who have the same style as me (finally people i play naturally with, IN TOWN...). Came home and instantly started a new song which I was loving until I realized it would fit into above-noted latest...
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*squish* *squish* *splash* I wade through my apartment...

This is me making a deal with myself not to drink myself stupid during weekdays anymore. I yet again did not make it to class. *sigh* BUT I did close out a T-town bar, drive 45 minutes to Birmingham with these really cute gay guys (who no one knew before last night) and a couple of my girlfriends, close out a dance bar in Bham,...
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So once upon a time I got really really drunk at a downtown bar (yeah i know, these are always the best stories...). At said downtown bar, I found a musician to flirt with. I promptly began dancing and dipped myself backwards only to find that my musician was more drunk than I. This is not a pleasant realization when your defiance of gravity relies...
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As obnoxious as it is to be hit on by a guy in a wrigged up junk-yard car at a gas station at 10 in the morning, I am flattered to know that I am still hit-onable slightly hungover, make-upless, and unshowered. Haha.