I'm a very stubborn girl... and I've been hanging on to my 501's since the gods know when.... but last night, I finally bought some girl jeans. And I like them. So there, me.
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I hate it when I sleep on my neck wrong.. it makes me want to hack it off it hurts so much.
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I woke up at 2 this morning after having a bad dream about my one true sister Jessi (she's in my pics along with my mom)... I've always felt that if something terrible were to happen to her, I would know about it, because we are very close. So I called her, but her phone was off.
When I asked myself if it was just because of my dream or if it was real, I felt that it was mostly my dream.. but there were some vivid details that were hard to shake. So I prayed for peace enough to fall back asleep if everything was ok.. and I woke up this morning feeling less worried.. so I think she's ok.
Plus, I know that if something were to happen to Jessi, my mom would sense it, too... she would've called if something was wrong.
Anyone else have similar feelings with their family?
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Why is communicating with the person that cuts your hair so difficult?
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I can't decide if I'm shy, or if I just don't want to deal with the majority of people I meet every day.
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I spent yesterday writing emails to my best friends, who happen to be scattered all over the world... literally. My favorite friend, Chelsea, is in Japan right now.. and I really hope I can make it over to check out her new life and finally hang out with her.. it's been too long.
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Last night it was finally cold enough to turn on the heater.. gas heaters are kinda fun. I like the whole pilot light thing, and looking at all the little tubes and ducts. Seeing how things work is so interesting to me... for years I was going to be a physical therapist because I love the body and all its machinery. It was the chemistry that broke me of that dream, though...
Now it's just a hobby.. and a coloring book.
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Speaking of coloring (sort of), there's a guy in my complex that I don't really know, but always divulges too much information when I run into him in the parking lot. Someone told me that this habit of spilling one's guts to strangers is typically a sign of low self esteem, or loneliness... both of which are probably true in his case. He doesn't appear to have a job, either.. which seems to only aggravate the situation.
Yesterday, I just missed him as I was leaving for school, and he looked as unhappy as usual. I think I'm going to get him a coloring book and some crayons.. because I seem to do my best relaxing when I'm coloring or being "artistic" in general.
Would any of you find it insulting to have a coloring book and crayons left on your doorstep?
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I hate it when I sleep on my neck wrong.. it makes me want to hack it off it hurts so much.
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I woke up at 2 this morning after having a bad dream about my one true sister Jessi (she's in my pics along with my mom)... I've always felt that if something terrible were to happen to her, I would know about it, because we are very close. So I called her, but her phone was off.
When I asked myself if it was just because of my dream or if it was real, I felt that it was mostly my dream.. but there were some vivid details that were hard to shake. So I prayed for peace enough to fall back asleep if everything was ok.. and I woke up this morning feeling less worried.. so I think she's ok.
Plus, I know that if something were to happen to Jessi, my mom would sense it, too... she would've called if something was wrong.
Anyone else have similar feelings with their family?
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Why is communicating with the person that cuts your hair so difficult?
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I can't decide if I'm shy, or if I just don't want to deal with the majority of people I meet every day.
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I spent yesterday writing emails to my best friends, who happen to be scattered all over the world... literally. My favorite friend, Chelsea, is in Japan right now.. and I really hope I can make it over to check out her new life and finally hang out with her.. it's been too long.
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Last night it was finally cold enough to turn on the heater.. gas heaters are kinda fun. I like the whole pilot light thing, and looking at all the little tubes and ducts. Seeing how things work is so interesting to me... for years I was going to be a physical therapist because I love the body and all its machinery. It was the chemistry that broke me of that dream, though...
Now it's just a hobby.. and a coloring book.
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Speaking of coloring (sort of), there's a guy in my complex that I don't really know, but always divulges too much information when I run into him in the parking lot. Someone told me that this habit of spilling one's guts to strangers is typically a sign of low self esteem, or loneliness... both of which are probably true in his case. He doesn't appear to have a job, either.. which seems to only aggravate the situation.
Yesterday, I just missed him as I was leaving for school, and he looked as unhappy as usual. I think I'm going to get him a coloring book and some crayons.. because I seem to do my best relaxing when I'm coloring or being "artistic" in general.
Would any of you find it insulting to have a coloring book and crayons left on your doorstep?
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Would any of you find it insulting to have a coloring book and crayons left on your doorstep?
Nope, I would feel the good intent of another.
Reiki Master. I have three who reside on my Dad's side. Might contact if you think it may help.
The Testosterone. Hmm.
Is there's nothing better than Southern Cali weather, from Spring to the Summer, till the middle of November. Never need a sweater cause it barely gets cold. - Kings Spade-. Sideproject of Kottonmouthkings. Looking good all the time.
Clearlii It must be? I wouldn't know how to react, no snow. I think I would love everybody there. Or the few like you
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