somuchrain

because iggy is a bitch and knew this would irritate and excite me:

1. Seven things to do before I die:
- stop worrying
- make something hurt less, be better, or, at least, slightly more beautiful
- get approved for a credit card of some sort
- make my dog stop leaving me little presents when i get home from work
- feel that...
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the first person i grew up with to have a child has just ... well ... had a child. that's a bit of a milestone, eh? i seem to be later at having this happen 'to me' than most. perhaps we're all just a bunch of late-starters, my childhood friends and i.

yeah. nothing to add. more or less i'm in love and not doing anything else. for specifics read iggy's blog-thingy. just in love.

Well, worked 10 hours Friday, 13 hours yesterday, and 8 hours today. I can't wait until I never have to wake up early in the morning again. Today, Iggy, the jerk, got to sleep in and hang out with Nadja while I waited on rich assholes. Knees kill. Now I have to get a bibliography together. Motherfucking joy.

I have been trying to 'guess' the...
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So I've wasted my day and now I'm working on finding work. I've $7 to my name and get my last paycheck from Quiznos Friday. I'm $1020 in debt and the first of the month is arriving quickly. I'm fairly miserable and fairly drunk. I've yet to actually do anything I wanted to get done today and monster.com keeps giving me 'unexpected' errors. Unexpected my...
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Got a new tattoo. Pictures will be up soon. It's cute. So was the dude who did it. Work sucked. I got a bunch of tables that stayed forever and didn't spend money. Loathe. I've realized I'm almost done with my 'thesis' ... that's ... you know ... comforting. Really I've just got nothing to do tonight so I'm rambling. Oh oh! That's news! SAGE...
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Ok so mostly I just don't care so much about rent. So I'm back. And hi.

well while my account has yet to expire, i may as well update.

i'm making a 'sad mix' for ilana because we are trading them; it's making me sad.
i'm drinking whiskey and listening to oliver and ilana watch game shows in the next room.
this is her computer, as has any computer been, since i moved to jersey.
i smell pot and it makes...
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correct that, http://somuchrain.blogspot.com/

um so, i don't have enough money to keep this thing open so yeah, if you wanna keep in touch for whatever reason i'm also livejournal.com/users/keep_moving and nothingsosad.blogspot.com

word
it's been read and i'm sure i'll be back and whatnot, but i'm po'

hugs and kisses

interesting fact of the day: the man that i see going into my basement nightly is not, in fact, an extrodinarily dedicated meter man, but, rather, an artist who uses the basement as a studio to produce amazingly photorealistic paintings of vaginas. And to think - in Montclair!

I traded Ilana's dad's rum for a paper tonight. Now I'm drunk and know a lot more about early Christian iconography of Mary's death.
Yatzi.