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can i get the legos with the happy meal?
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[03 Aug 2009|05:21pm] |
i am made of glass.
and i am going to break.
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| ring ring ring |
[28 Jul 2009|08:25pm] |
i found the phone number to the past. it's a crazy number. almost like calling international. it was found by chance and i didn't write it down, so i only had one phone call. like jail. i had to make it count.
it was late. but i knew i'd be awake. i was always up late in the past. a total night owl. not like now.
i didn't want to waste a lot of time going into the hows and whys and hows of the phone call. i can't imagine what kind of charges would show up on my bill. do you know how much it costs to call the past? i'll find out in about 28 days.
i think if i had more time i would have researched some winning lottery numbers, or maybe some hot stock tips and passed them on. but it was an impulsive call. and i guess that wasn't why i was calling in the first place. but still, it might have been helpful.
anyway, i was pretty skeptical. i mean, in the past. i couldn't believe it, it was crazy, was it some kind of joke, all that nonsense. it was exactly the way i would react to a phone call from the future. so i told myself to shut it and listen as the phone call wasn't going to be cheap. in the past i wasn't really concerned with the costs associated with things. which i guess was why i was calling the past in the first place.
i ran through a list. what to do, who to avoid, what to worry about, why flossing is actually very important. it was all very stream of consciousness. i hadn't planned this out after all. i said to avoid him, to run the other way, to not get tangled in that whole mess. actually, i said to avoid the whole mess. a lot of messes. a lot of hims. and i said to appreciate everyone. to really love my friends, to really be aware. to really live and to not hide from life. to want. to want big. to try. to fail. to try some more. to create. to be happy and not overthink.
and then, to find him. to find him, and hang on to him. to leap with arms open. he would catch me. to love, love, love.
the phone call was a lot shorter than i remember it as being. the timer on the phone says 13m 47s. i felt like i talked for days. i felt better.
i just hope i listened.
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| the dream |
[24 Jan 2009|06:05am] |
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i was at the beach. i was with christa (who i was furious at for her earlier actions), frankie (the man who had cut my hair and made me a visor to wear), and tammy (this rich girl who drove everywhere in a golf cart). everyone was swimming in the ocean, but i don't swim. so, i sat in the bleachers (?) and watched. christa comes back with tammy's camera and the keys to the station wagon (?) and i put them in my pockets so they won't get wet. the girl sitting next to me in the bleachers (maybe beachers would be more appropriate. haha.) tells security i stole her camera. the security guard questions me about who's camera i have and why and blah blah blah, and he's grabbing my arm. so i tell him to get his hands off me and start yelling. the next thing i know it is hours later and everyone is leaving the beach. we are all walking out of the beach through a giant exit room. the security guard from earlier says something about knowing i didn't steal. christa says it was tammy's fault and she's not really our friend. the security guard agrees and gives me a friendly hug. i push him against the wall and try to kiss him. he resists. i wake up.
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[04 Dec 2008|03:48am] |
the street around him was littered with various human looking appendages. an arm here, a leg there. half a torso on the top/bottom of an overturned minivan. the synthetic skin, wiring, and metal bones were charred around the edges. some had melted and fused together. he was half crouched, half crumbled on the pavement. blood, tears and snot drip, drip, dripped from his face. he was no superhero. he was broken. he was defeated.he was sobbing uncontrollably for the whole world to see. he was twelve.
something was different. darker. the colorful costumes and outlandish plots were nowhere to be found. no death-ray pointed at the city. no ransom demands broadcast to every major television station in the world. no masked and caped villian leaving clues to an overly complex master plan behind. no villian led away in handcuffs. no heroes being given the key to the city by a grateful mayor. no clear cut winner and loser. no one would walk away intact.
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[15 Nov 2008|06:28pm] |
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i'm such a grown up! i just signed up for dental and optical insurance! though my body may fail me, i'll have some sparkly teeth and flashy glasses to leave behind! huzzah!!
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[14 Nov 2008|10:40pm] |
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Rilo Kiley - Silver Lining |
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from the minute i first met her she knew everything there was to know. she saw all the insecurities, all the turmoil and angst. i didn't even have to say a word. it was comforting, to be able to skip past the "getting to know you".
some people wondered how she ran her agency so well. they assumed there was some sort of grand computer program at work. some sort of extensive database. every group she put together worked like a well-oiled machine. but it wasn't mechanical. it was organic. it was familial. that was what made it work.
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| for a roof or shed? |
[27 Jan 2008|03:47pm] |
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Tracy Chapman - For My Lover |
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what the fuck?!
i have shingles?!
what am i, 80?
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[23 Mar 2007|03:18pm] |
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Vienna Teng - Unwritten Letter #1 |
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i dislike moving a great deal.
next time i'm paying someone to do all this shit.
that's all.
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| i just realized... |
[06 Aug 2006|09:31pm] |
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being in love has made me dreadfully complacent.
but it feels nice.
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| consider this an invitation... |
[05 Jul 2006|01:42pm] |
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alright kids, my birthday is next thursday. july of the thirteenth. i want everyone to come over and make celebration with me. it will be fun. i expect that everyone i personally know who lives in the area will attend. because if you don't, i'll hunt you all down.
i'll probably have pizzas and plenty of booze, but if you want beer you'll need to bring it. and i guess you all can bring dates, but you'd better make out with me at least a little bit if you do.
so, yeah, that's that. y'all can comment or e-mail me, or call me if you want more details.
and if you know people that i would want to be there, tell them too.
peace and chicken grease,
-menace
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| for sale! |
[29 Jun 2006|05:04pm] |
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my roommate just asked if i thought we could pull off having a yard sale across the street. in a ditch. on the I-94 service drive. where the speed limit is 50mph.
judging by how much shit we both have and don't want, we're totally up for it.
unless you all have some better suggestions.
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| it's enough to drive you crazy if you let it... |
[07 Jun 2006|04:17pm] |
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you would think that i deserve a fat promotion..
honestly. so the store i work at is going through a "re-merch". basically, they are tearing up everything and re-organizing everything. everything including my office. i work in the money room / cash office / administrative office. when i came in to work this morning at 5am, i had NO OFFICE. strangely, i don't feel safe counting large sums of cash in a little room with no door. but, i was assured that i would have my office done as soon as possible. since you know, it was supposed to be done overnight. but no. my office was not completed until 2:15 this afternoon. 15 minutes after my scheduled out time. i dragged the money through the fucking store and counted it in the only locked office we have. BY HAND.
luckily jan came in and helped me. otherwise i would have died. a lot. twice.
so, now i'm drunk!
and in more happy news: i'm dating the most bestest man ever. he's smart, funny, cute, and just all around good to me. and i think i've got a major case of the "l". but you know, whatevs. so, i'm still alive. still cranky. still dating the bestest man ever.
and i'm still in love with my livejournal.com
xoxoxox
-me
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| announcements! |
[17 Apr 2006|12:37am] |
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alright, first (and most importantly, of course) i need to wish a great big happy birthday to my baby mama. that's right, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pixieafterglow has joined the ranks of the elderly today. everyone should wish her well and send her cards with money in them. because, frankly, i'm sick and tired of paying child support when i know she's only using the money for "sushi" and new undergarments. don't think that just because you don't work with me anymore i don't know your little secrets. STOP USING SEX AS A WEAPON, dammit!
and secondly (and not as important, but still quite nice) i had a date tonight. a dinner, and a movie, and a bar kind of date. i was all awkward, and socially retarded, and couldn't make halfway decent conversation. but you know what? i don't care. if i made a good impression and get another date out of the deal that would be awesome. and if not, well, i got to hang out with one damn fine man all night. and seriously. i mean damn fine. DAMN fine. like, so totally out of my league it's not even funny, fine.
and thirdly (not as important, but still on my mind) i have to make a piddle.
peace out, with your piece out,
-menace
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| ohmygod. |
[02 Apr 2006|06:50pm] |
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i'm about to do something that's borderline insane and completely out of character for me.
i might tell some of you the story later. chances are slim tho. but maybe. =)
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| this could be the very moment i'm aware i'm alive |
[14 Mar 2006|08:32pm] |
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Snow Patrol - Chocolate |
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so, what to tell, eh?
lost 7 pounds last week. was pretty geeked about it, i suppose. maybe this has something to do with eating balanced meals throughout the day? or maybe i have a tapeworm now! ooh!
had dinner with a new pal tonight. it was a hoot and a holler. he seems like a good guy, and he knows lots of offensive jokes. and well, it doesn't hurt that we kind of have something in common that we can bitch about and bond over. but whatever, he's a good kid. i wouldn't date him, but i'd definitely do dinner, drinks and hang out with him. so.. i guess i would date him. only without the fooling around. which i guess it what friends are. he could totally be my new friend!
which i guess means that i have to let one of my old friends go. because frankly, there's just not enough room to have any new friends without getting rid of an old one.
and on that note, i'm going to bed.
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| hold it up to candlelight, roaring into firelight |
[08 Mar 2006|06:52pm] |
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Fiona Apple - Better Version of Me |
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so, where to start eh?
how about i don't start. let me just be cryptic and secretive. it's turning out to be a life-changing kind of week. it's not life-changing in the bad way though. it's actually turning out to be fucking wonderful. i feel better than i have in years. and i can honestly say that it's coming from myself. which is kind of new and different.
here comes a better version of me.
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| the art of seduction! |
[27 Feb 2006|06:38pm] |
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so, i have a work-crush.
and today, i flirted!!
well, i said hi. but, i totally smiled when i said it. and then i waved when he left.
oh yeah!
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[26 Feb 2006|03:18am] |
my life is becoming disturbingly surreal.
someone out there, throw me a lifesaver please?
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| finding my inner boyfriend and beachfront property |
[25 Feb 2006|08:35am] |
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so, on the path to finding my inner boyfriend, i did something that i rarely ever do. i went out to dinner with my roommate and her boyfriend when they asked me to come along. normally, i just assume that the invitation is out of pity and then i sit home while they're at dinner/bar/whatev and feel sorry for myself and then get angry at them for "making" me feel that way.
but anyway. the point is that i told myself that the next time they asked me out, unless i absolutely really could not go, i would. and i did. and it was a good time. go figure, when people invite me out, it's because they want me to go. and did i feel like a third wheel? not really, i mean they are a couple and there were times where i felt not a part of what they were saying. but then i realized that me and my roommate had moments like that too. and me and her boyfriend. so.. it was good. and i stole a fork.
i had a really, really, interesting dream. one of those dreams where you know it's not really happening, but damn, wouldn't it be nice if it did? i was lost. but as i was driving, i noticed a street name i recognized. and i knew what cities the street ran through. and i knew that the street could take me to someone that i used to date, or it could take me to someone that i've gone on a few dates with already. the street however, could not take me home. so i guessed which direction to go and drove. eventually it turned into a dirt road. and eventually, my truck disappeared and i was walking. and then, this dirt road led me to a beach. a really nice beach. (mmm, half naked men folk!) the sun was shining, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and i knew that i was in the bahamas. i'm not sure how a street in michigan led me there, but i was not arguing. it was beautiful. and i knew the only thing that was missing there was my sister. she should have been there too. so i started looking for her, and there she was. we walked along the beach and talked for a bit about our days. and. well, then i woke up.
but it was a nice little vacation.
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| project runway |
[22 Feb 2006|11:03pm] |
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okay, so, i know some of you watch this, and i can't help but comment:
i'm pretty sure that guadalupe's answer to the viewer question actually made me insane also. the words that came out of her mouth actually altered my brain chemistry and caused me to hallucinate that what she was saying actually made some sort of sense. the combination of words that she used opened up some portal inside my head to an alternate universe where people wear socks on their arms and hot glue matchbox cars to their faces.
seriously, what the fuck?
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