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*sniff* My industrial piercing is no more. The bottom part rejected, so now I'm left with one hole.

At least I have the one...

Three years, and it finally decides to tear out.
Bitch.

Oh well. I suppose I can always get it re-pierced later.

*le sigh*

Oh man, I've started a new drawing finally.

And it's so mother fucking awesome.

I'm actually doing things I need to do for once.
Like drinking more water.
Getting school shit done.
Cleaning up all the things I swore I would clean up - because clean houses make me feel better.
Simple, stupid chores - washing my moutains of clothing, organzing my belongings...

It's all slowly getting done.
So much that I feel a little guilty sitting here typing...
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It's almost two in the morning, and I have to be up at 8 and at work at 9:30.

Bleh. There isn't enough time in the world for anything.

So now I'm just sitting here in my fuckin' underwear thinking about things like how much I need to get laid.
And not that sweet, gentle kind of laid -
that slam me up against things-hold...
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So - my friends are fucking awesome.

And so are new earrings and an art portfolio for my work from my mom. She rocks.

I should have gone and gotten drunk with Stef, like she offered... hm... maybe next time.

But really, I'm glad everything went well, and as to why, maybe I can't explain. It was just - nice.

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I am dead fucking...
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I think this year
was one of the best birthday I've had
in a really, really long time.


More later, perhaps. I've got other things to do right now.

[Speaking of reading did you catch the headlines today? Nobody told me but apparently breaking hearts is all the rage. I just thought you should know]


Holy-mother-fucking-shit.

I believe that was all I needed. A concert. I needed to scream and sing and push and jump my fucking heart out.

So I did.

And God, it felt so good.

Awesomely enough, I was stoked (I...
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Tomorrow is my birthday!

It's nice as Hell outside and no one I know is home, or they won't answer their phones *coughkaylyncough*.

Mehh.

And sure I could be working on these insane amounts of projects I have -

but nah. It's way to pretty to waste on that.


I wish I had more to say. I will soon, I'm sure.

<3

Oh, how I just love asshole exboyfriends.

I seriously hope Donald would just fucking die.

Get out of my god damned life completely DAP.

Leave me the fuck alone.

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And besides that, everything is fine. I have to work today from four to nine - but that's cool.

Meh. I just wanted to rant about fuckface anyway.

Later.

So - fucking - tired.


But everything is cool.