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my ex, who also happens to be my best friend, just cut himself out of my life permanently...

...i can't breathe...

i can't stop listening to the cure. i think i need to find a cure addicts support group or something...this is really getting excessive...

"just paint your face in shadow smile
slipping me away from you
it doesn't matter how you hide
we'll find you if we're wanting too
so slide back down and close your eyes
sleep awhile there must be time"

(by the...
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why god why??!! i had to sacrifice one of my other favorite girls to put stormy up there...it's just not fair...

i want it to be saturday already, and i want to hear back about my set. i'm like an impatient child - i know the fun is just about to begin, so i'll sit here all squeamishly and fidget a lot.

are we there...
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i'm such a fuckin' ass. i forgot to ask the costume department if i could borrow the costume i wanted for halloween. i work for a haunted theme park - no shortage of cool costumes there - all i had to do was remember to ask! and now, i'm costumeless. any ideas?

i can't stop listening to a perfect circle. i swear to god, it's like the music comes from the same place as my inner dialog...they get along quite nicely.

i have no friends. i wish more people would comment in my journal, or send me e-mails. hello? anybody out there? i'm bored in the west valley!!! arggghhh!!!!! please save me from myself, and my obsessive...
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witchy witchy witchy. the witchy winds are a blowin. i love this weather. i feel alive. the santa annas come gushing into town, and everything around me seems to light up with static electricity. and, the fires are blazing right over the hill. it's gorgeous outside. the warm dry static winds are blowing, the huge fire just aroud the bend is giving everything a nice...
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i just ate two pieces of cinnamon-raisin swirl bread from jerry's deli, covered in the creamycheese...mmmm.......

i fucking LOVE the way RASPUTINA sounds live. i can't get enough of it. i've already dreamt about the show. i've been thinking about it for two days straight. it's in my blood now, some kind of weird "live chello in small room" addiction...mmmm....chello-y mellodic goodness.

it's one of thoes days where you sit around waiting for something to happen...someone to call, someone to write, someone to care. for something, anything, to bring your small world out into the open, to make it light and pretty...to have someone to play with. thoes days where you wish that everything was candy colored or vinyl, and that placebo would resonate through the air,...
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