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Sunday, December 23rd, 2007
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since when is being creative for christmas so time consuming?
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
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1) Take your answer to each question and type it into an image search engine
2) Post one of the images from the first page of results.
1. The age you will be on your next birthday:
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Sunday, August 19th, 2007
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I'm actually really surprised christina didn't post about what a great time she had with me. I let her pay for stuff for me, I let her buy me classy alcohol, told her I hit a low but not a rock bottom, looked at shoes I want but can't afford, she taught me about credit cards, we talked to foreigners, I let her look more attractive than me, while she let me look skinnier..all in all it was time well spent. Things are so weird. I guess ill do a proper update one of these days. These days?
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Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
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why is christina so fuckable? i'm in love with her.
also, i am a lesbian
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well, i know i've successfully done my job when i start to feel like worms are feasting on the inside of my tummy in the most violent of possible manners.
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Sunday, August 27th, 2006
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i just wanna say one thing. i just heard some seriously alarming news. for the last year i've been practically counting down the days till september. now i hear i have to count down till december?!?!?! jess please say this isn't true! Please deny this absolutely ludacris rumor!
I CANNOT LIVE ANOTHER MONTH WITHOUT YOU!!!!
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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
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i dream of seeing him tuck his little head into his blanky, and just looking at that fuzzy part between his ears.
honestly i miss him so much, i haven't told you guys this but i cry at least once a night thinking about him. not for long but sorta loud sometimes. it's ridiculous. i miss him so much.
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i sincerely wish that brent weren't gay.
i sincerely wish that i had a penis so mine and brent's relationship could be escalated to the next level.
if only i were a sincere gay man.
sincerely,
guinea pig jeanne.
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i need to know if one of you has been sneakily filling up the pig's bottles. i'm a bit worried that they're dehydrating themselves if not. please fess up.
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today when i was at target i saw a couple in their late twenties holding hands. and i got to thinking. i can't remember the last time i was with a guy where we actually walked around holding hands. i mean morgan and i handcuffed ourselves to each other one night at the roosevelt. but that was a bit different.
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Find your own pose!
Excalibur Traits and Tendencies
Excalibur couples may battle just as much as other couples (and participate in more than their fair share of public huffs), but they look so good together, it outweighs any other deficiencies they may share. It isn't that they're classically good-looking, or similarly sized (though certainly both those pairings are permissible). It's more that the aesthetic chord they strike satisfies in profound ways. Like gorgeously plated food or song filled with unusual harmonies, the wan and freckled hand-in-hand with the tragically tan, the pigeon-toed with the duck-walkers, these Excalibur couples achieve such perfection in their pairing that reminds the world that anything is possible.
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i want this life, but i don't want it with you.
i guess i have to create it for myself. i would let him be my maggot.
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Wednesday, April 12th, 2006
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i don't know why i always do double entries. i don't know why i can't just cram it into one.
but i just wanted to say that i had an excellent class today with an excellent lecture and that i haven't been this excited and terrified and thrilled about acting in a really long time. that's all, i guess.
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Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
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in san francisco. i hear you can leave it there. maybe i'll pick it up in alcatrez. we'll rendezvous for a couple days. i'll take it to the park. play on the swings with it. maybe take it bowling, get it a fancy tux and baseball hat or something, buy it some ghiradelli's, and then drop it off on haight street.
10:00 day m! i'm on my way.
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so last night was fun. i got to see my married girlfriends who i haven't seen in years. christina danced barefoot, i told gross embarassing stories to my present friends about my past life, and they yelled at me for waiting so long to tell them. me and jen talked about the summer she lived with me, i wore a crown, christina called everything "local" and by "local" she meant del taco, or her car, or her bed. we found an excellent dancing spot, and i got all hot and not bothered. we went to f's show and he was wonderfully sweet by putting us all on the list. and he wished me happy birthday without actually saying my name, and sang a wonderfully sweet song, but made sure to mention it was only a request. i understand though. i'm used to these sorts of things. ru asked me why i wasn't upset about it and that's what i said. i guess i'm just used to these sorts of things.
i have a bunch of pennies lying all over the floor and dimes and nickles and japanese money. i've picked out the corners cause i did my laundry and haven't made my bed yet so i slept sans sheets last night. i have a half eaten apple, a cage full of smelly guinea pigs, i haven't changed my lightbulbs so it's all dimly lit, and i love my life.
i started thinking about the last couple years of my life. and i thought about taking showers outside in malibu. or the time i ruined everything on the bridge. and the time i looked out over the ocean and danced and said, "this is our life." and i thought about the fight at norms, and linda our waitress, and the time he had a chunk of hair in his salad and i told him it was karma. and the first time i said, "i love you" and meant it. and the last time i said, "i love you", and meant it. and lily's and fritters, and oxnard. i thought about the time jessica poured salt all over herself, and the time we made our entrance in a shopping cart, or the time we spent all night planning for my big date, the miniature golf, and the restaurant, and the party and how all of that sucked and how i went home with someone else that night anyways. i remember following people home, and spying on people, and rainy nights that ended with sand all over my face and jen getting it off of me in the jacuzzi. and new york nights and brazilians on bars on new years, tiago the taurus, steven the one that lived to far away. and finding out about my dad. and finding out more about my dad. and crying and crying and crying and crying. and the selfish giant, and gambling, and wanting something so much more but being to tired and uninspired to actually do something about it. and having the summer of jen with endless nights and endless days and a million bazillion stories to share. and taking one for the team. and learning what it means to actually have someone's back. and meeting ru, and realizing in the five minutes of talking to her that i liked her better than most people i've spent 5 years with. and the oc fair, and the one that got away and the lies and the big eye and little eye and the drugs and the withdrawals and how i was too dumb to realize any of this was going on. and the top of the hill where i thought i was legitimately going insane. and finding out about my cousin, and finding out about my dad. and it got worse. and morgan and morgan and morgan and morgan. the one i was waiting to get sick of. and the overflowing tubs and the refrigerater left open and the 5 million alarms in the morning and the constant bickering and the ever present no consequences incredibily fucked up amazing wonderful disgusting intense thing we have. and the ouija board and the pinkest mouth and the chipped tooth and the freckles and the moving way to fast and the being kept a secret and the bridges that i burned and the red light that he ran and the drain cleaner and the rain and the better off as friends. and ru taking me under her wing like the wonderful goddess she is and letting me cry to her time and time again. she sees what the other's dont. over ice cream from mcdonalds. on stoops, in long drives. i remember trying to forget. i remember being numb for 6 days. and late hermity nights that i'd rather spend with ru than at some shitty club with loud music. and finding out about my dad. and having a nervous breakdown. and the being forced to overcomplicate things. and the mistakes i never made and the mistakes he always did. and the wanting of something real for the first time in two years.
and it feels incredible to me. all these seperate sections of my life. the closing of the chapters, the writing of a novel. at times i wish i could transport myself into a different section entireley. one where i remember being happier. but i think the moments that made me happy in the past were just that. moments. fleeting memories. i'm feeling incredibly nostalgic. but i'm looking forward this year. best year yet, right? right. i guess i should get used to these sorts of things.
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Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
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