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Friday, December 18, 2009
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Current mood:other
Its amazing how Death can wake us up from this self-induced coma.
I have found the source of my complete lack of motivation lately. Realization that another human being's misery and laziness is not our own is progression to self fulfillment. I woke this morning feeling so much gratitude. My vision is focused, but not completely clear. There is only room for improvement. Death has rudely interrupted our lives once again, but I felt so much peace at his funeral. Almost as if He has embraced Death with open arms. He has accepted this.. this which has caused so much fear and anxiety. Maybe we've been judging Death too harshly all along. and maybe i will continue this later.
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009
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Current mood:  loved
No longer "nickel and dimed" to death, I could have paid a college tuition just in late fees, over the limit charges, and unnecessary taxes which ultimately are embezzled and used to pay for luxuries we never could afford. fuck irony.
Misery loves company, eh? All I want to due is smoke cigarettes and hide from everyone. It's my self pity and I dont want to share!! These frequent "recluse" states can only be diagnosed as a mild form of agoraphobia which just a touch of narcissism. Treatment options include any over indulgence of your choice
Education seems like pointless jargon when asked to do such mundane tasks as changing out a printer cartridge; every time a little piece of me dies inside.
thats all the cynics i can handle today
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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the only way to describe it.. it's like sitting in a restaurant and looking down at your half empty glass of delicous sweet tea and noticing the corpse of a fallen fly. i've gone too far to turn back now, and the waitress is no where to be found. damage is done, take another sip. can be applied to many life situations. thats all today
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Current mood:  accomplished
Im so fucking tired of lazy fucking people who do nothing but bitch and complain about their current shitty situation but wont get off their ass to make any kind of difference. Instead, it's just so much easier to sit on your synical tukus and wait for a hand out, a free ride, or just sympathy for your own neglect. You did this to yourself, now you must fix it. Otherwise, evetually, we will put you on an island with no fear of your escape. What ever happened to survival of the fitest? Instead I see people giving up or giving in to their weaknesses. Ignorance is like a fucking disease. You live with it for so long that you've forgotten what its like to be healthy. Fuck it. I refuse to become a host. You walk around blinded by your own self pitty for so long, dont be suprised if someone like me jack's your wallet. :::relief::::
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Current mood:  bullied
Scene: 3 large women (nurses) waliking into a building (hospital) wearing very similar outfits (scrubs), both consisting of the plain light colored pant position oh so carefully between the cheeks. And a print top with some kind of cartoon-ish background. All three walking simultaneoulsly with right foot in front of left at a pace of about 1/2 mph reaking of Victoria Secret's newest "seductive" scent. Now with all of this, place the largest Diet Coke (fountain) you have ever seen in the left hand of all three.. listen to the swishing as you try to scurry by them but are denied access. When you finally managed to get passed, turn back for one more look as they all let out giant "sighs" while standing by the elevator. The journey from the parking deck 50ft away was quite exauhsting. End Scene
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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Current mood:  blissful
Soup and slimfast for the last 7 days, what the fuck is wrong with me?? You see what the world has brainwashed us into doing to ourselves?? fuck it, i like having a little curve and tits, anyone that doesnt like it is into children.. freaks. The old man that sucks his teeth everyday after lunch, makes me want to comit murder. ::Shivers:: The computer voice at the self checkout line in walmart haunts my dreams. "Please wait for assistance".. no one ever comes. I like Doc Martins and flannel shirts, but im not a lesbian. i wish it were that easy. American Idol reminds me of Kids Incorporated.. fucking lame. I count the times people ask me about the weather at work, my record is 6. i hate small talk, but im really good at it. beer is good with fruit in it. thats all for today
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Wednesday, February 04, 2009
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Current mood:  disappointed
So what exactly is your conscience? Is it your soul which would be connected to your heart, causing a person make decisions based on love or hate. Or is it part of your brain causing you to make more rational decisions, often a result of egotism. Blah. It's like a constant tug of war because the two NEVER agree. My heart says "eat taco bell, you looove those gorditas" my mind says "Don't you dare, its almost bikini season". How can you have so much faith in something or someone but your eyes see no progression toward the truth? I guess we all end up losing in the end, it's how well we make our recovery...
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Monday, April 21, 2008
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Current mood:  neglected
fear and desire~ afraid of exposing too much, but wanting someone to console and understand.
pride and vulnerability~ too stubborn to accept handouts yet needing the constant reinforcement to make up for what is lacking.
tired and restless~ when motivation has diminished, emotions are drained and physical stamina is at a record low, insomnia will prevail.
forgiveness and remorse~ accepting life's lessons and moving on from mistakes, but holding on to the memory that keeps the pain alive.
comforting and distant~ offering open arms to anyone in need and shying away when personally wounded
strength and addiction~ depending on a substance or human to aid in mental stability or personal growth.
love and pain~ no explanation needed here
does it ever end or will we continue to compromise our happiness at the cost of the human ego, God forbid.
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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Current mood:  numb
Sometimes my conscience has a british or french accent... does that happen to anyone else?
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
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Current mood:  indescribable
anyone who has tried quitting smoking.. cold turkey., does it EVER get easier??? 2 days, and im about to put a fork in my eye. I hate addiction.
sometimes, when Im feelin weak.. and I feel like Im about to jump off the second story of my building, ill find a cigg and talk shit to it.... is that wierd? Ill tell it that its a dirty little asshole, and that its a weak little bitch. then ill spit on it.... and call it a whore.
god i love nicotine
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