desidia

so they finally did the 'friend of' thing. let the popularity contest begin. *sigh* I had no idea the girls could have friends lists. Now I have to live in fear of never knowing when Rose will sneak in and find me writing something sappy about her. I'm sorry I'm incompetent and incapable of figuring out the means of riding a complicated series of public...
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meeting people is easy.

tongue piercing or xenogears for ps1?
I can't decide.

I want to do something with my hair too, like black and blue. but blue alway fades... black and red I guess.
maybe a job at the local goth 'n go.
would eyeliner make me more or less likely to get hired?

but again, I ask you;
tongue piercing or xenogears?

How do you meet girls? I know my sparkling personality, sharp wit and cunning good looks translate to the internet like a fish to water, but I'm not so agile without my keyboard. *gasp* you are all shocked! I know, its hard to believe, but even when drunk I have not the slightest idea how even to begin. I still have to rely on playing...
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goddamn it... where are those monkeys with typewriters when I want to write an update thats cute and clever that will make all the ladies want me and all the guys slit their wrists.?

I feel so helpless and lonely without them, you get used to the smell eventually and now I kinda miss them.
now who will update for me???
accepting applications/auditions

winner negotiates...
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Seeks a close and understanding bond in an atmosphere of shared intimacy, as a protection against anxiety and conflict.

Feels lonely and uncertain as he has an unsatisfied need to ally himself with others whose standards are as high as his own, and wants to stand out from the rank and file. This sense of isolation magnifies the need into a compelling urge, all the...
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I suppose things aren't as bad as I let on. I want to go swimming bad for some reason. I'm not the swimming type. I wonder how many years its been?

kill kill kill, the white man. So I've been spending most of the long hours feeling sorry for myself, as usual. Today it was not feeling creative enough. Since college, my art has suffered and my writing has all but vanished. A lot of envy, a lot of stress.

Anyway, I've made a goal, that no matter what I'll design a tarot card a day....
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to you I sacrifice, my broken heart.
a false idol to ease the walls of us.
worship it, the empty symbol of my life now dead.
stab pins inside it and name each one for a star.
the ancient clock of our galaxy ticks again.
for it and the dead its any other day.
for you its a celebration of love.
but is it?
was...
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So why do I have no self-esteem? With all the bones thrown my way, I still feel a waste of oxygen. No amount of comments, e-mails, phone calls, visits or scratches at the door could change that I've done nothing with my life. Despite the efforts of admirable people I've done nothing but pretended to be somewhere else, anywhere else, wishing I was someone else....
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