it's me and the moon she said
and i've got no trouble with that
but i am a butterfly
and you wouldn't let me die
it's me and the moon she said


   

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Monday, February 14, 2005
happy valentine's day

i think i'm going to quit writing in here because i have some sort of creative mental block about this blog.

but happy valentine's day.

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Saturday, January 29, 2005
still bored

punctuation is overrated

i'm reading again

it makes me want to write

but every time i sit down to write all that comes from my fingers is the same old bullshit

am i lying to myself

is everything i think my life is pointless and doomed

what does it mean

where do i go from here

maybe the point of going somewhere is the journey and not the destination but all the same i hate the uncertainty that comes with jumping into a life of any kind

although calling my life a life may be exaggerating considering i'm sitting here journaling on a saturday night

how can i obsess so... obsessively

fuck it

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anti-social rhetoric

am i imagining it that i'm becoming more and more anti-social as this year rolls on?

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Saturday, January 15, 2005
really really irked

Whomever of you, dear readers, tried to change my password- it is not appreciated. Please refrain from meddling with my shit in the future. Thank you.

Also, lj is down from a "massive failure" and i'm wondering if i'm going to lose all my lj entries. That would suck a lot.

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Monday, January 10, 2005
every day she wears the same thing, i think she smokes pot...

A cookie to who can tell me what song that's from.

"Who knows", your comment was entirely worthless, but that's okay. Next time leave your name and a worthwhile comment, and I'll get back to ya.

Meanwhile, I have pledged myself to be Robbie's super hero. However, I will not wear spandex. There's enough of that in this house with dad running outside in the winter.

This blog's steadily become less and less meaningful... i think this entry is the culmination of a long decline.

So yeah, sorry about that. Maybe I'll sink into a school-induced depression and become incredibly melancholy and get my poetry writing skillz back.

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Saturday, January 01, 2005
Thus it begins

 With the new year begins again the cycle of life and death. Frankly I'm hoping there will be a little less death.
I'm a little grumpy today, but I did stay up late last night. I was good, I didn't get drunk or anything, but I tried vodka and mountain dew. I must say, I'll stick to my fruity, girly drinks. Not that I even ever drink beyond a sip of someone else's.
I hope everyone has a happy year. I finally grasped that I am graduating-- I am getting out of this hell-- this year. The realization fills me with a joy and excitement that seems to make sitting through overcrowded classes with stupid, stupid people more worth it.
*sigh*

I'm not too eloquent today.

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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
strawberry gatorade

tickle fights with my boyfriend are the best things in the world- that and whooping up on my fellow employees in taboo and charades. also, i'm quite adept at holding a jalapeno pepper on the tip of my tongue.

it's really beginning to look a lot like Christmas. WHO HOO! I love watching the snow fall.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
shortie love poem

i have a picture in my mind of us standing under a street light in swirling snow, looking into each others' eyes
the wind is cold, but we are warm, shielded by the love that flows form our hearts and out through our eyes and mouths and ears
the air i breathe is you

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Sunday, November 28, 2004
rhythm

It's strange how you can draw parallels between so many things. Dancing. Drumbeats. Physicality. How sometimes dancing can feel like making love. Not that I would know... but kind of, what you think it would be like. (strangely this reminds me of once when i tried to describe a badly-tasting lemon drink: "It tastes like Lysol smells!")
That's my random thought for the day.

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Wednesday, November 17, 2004
new journal

 livejournal.com/users/shamelesslyrori

 me, the 5th time over.

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