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I heart Chris Martin. I'm such a dork.

To Do List:
1. Find God.
2. Find a pet cause.
3. Get in shape.
4. Get watch sized
5. Let this blasted tan fade.

One of the hardest things for me in my life has been navigating through relationships, all kinds of them. I'm really the love em' and leave em' type. This pattern is in all of my relationships. I guess it's a sign of immaturity or a fear of commitment or just plain fickle-ness. I don't know. Today I feel an old 26. Really old. I don't...
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Some of my favorite people have the worst things happen to them. I don't know what to do - I can't stand not being able to make it all better for them. It makes me sick that I can't help.

ha. I don't look like this anymore! I got my hair chopped. I think it's lovely. I think I look chic and hi-fashion. No more dead and fried ends that were bleached and dyed back to black. Yes I have naturally black hair and now it exists, sans faux color. So enough about that. I feel stressed in that way you feel stressed whenever you...
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When we dated, he and Mark used to play for hours. Hours when I didn't feel bored or neglected or somewhere else.

I used to sit on that worn tweed couch where he and his ex used to fuck and I loved listening. He could sing, really sing when no one was around. I think Mark and I may be the only ones who know...
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Saw Batman Begins. Ok, Michael Keaton was my favorite. He has been dethroned Christian Bale rocked it and I loved the story. But Cillian Murphy (Dr. Crane [Scarecrow]) is soooo awesome. Love him.

I have to study Goldwell color this week.
Road trip end of this week.

Two things about this photo: I look like I have bigger boobs than i really do and I...
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I think I like being miserable. I'm deliciously pained.
Reading: Fat Girl
Listening: Coldplay
I got Colpdplay tickets. That makes me happy. I can be deliriously happy very close to the stage while the sad songs are played.

There are times when what you read, what you see, what you imagine catches up with where you are. Know what I mean?
There is a woman poised on the bed, dressed to the nines, her hair coiffed, her husband mowing silently outside. Do you know her? Are you her? Are you afraid you've become her or are you sure you are her? Maybe you...
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