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[Mar. 30th, 2004|02:17 pm] |
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Wanna hear something funny? My mother has kicked me out, refused to talk to me, put my belongings on the curb in garbage bags and hid from me like I was some Jehova's Witness. On top of that, she hasn't talked to me in over a month, and probably doesn't see that she did anything wrong. But then she calls me this afternoon adn leaves a message with me saying "Hi Chae, it's your mom. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I love you, call me later so we can talk, bye."
The time for talking is over. She fucked up in a major way and there's no redemption this time. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2004|04:17 pm] |
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I LOVE ELLIE!!! She's the fucking coolest! She fucking went and fucking got me an interview! That would be so cool... Ahh, I'm happy. And it's close to where I'm living now. AND they take priority over school. I know this because I've seen it done. Oh, that'd be so good... Not holding my breathe, but it's great that I have an interview!!! *smile* |
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[Oct. 26th, 2003|09:17 pm] |
Ready to write.
Not ready to write.
The ideas are coming faster now.
I have no way to express them.
The words align themselves in my head --
They're not the right words at all --
in paragraphs, trapezoids and non-linear shapes
No one's buying into this non-linear bullshit
I have so many stories to tell
Do I have anything worth saying
They're beating against the inside of my skull
I'm afraid to let them out
My soul is soaring
My eyesockets are bleeding
Give me a moment, and I'll create the world for you.
Give me a moment, and I'll destroy you. |
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