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[20 Apr 2009|09:19pm] |
 
I am recovering from the previous days exploitations ad infinitum, I am twenty years old and this is how I live.
not everything is  , but a whole lot is.
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[30 Mar 2005|06:24pm] |
online stores/websites where i can spend a large proportion of my paycheck.
thanking you.
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| let the world around us, just fall apart |
[22 Mar 2005|08:04am] |
i've scrapped all ideas of giving a shit and have woken up and dressed. i unplaited my hair and redid my mascara, brushed my choppers and coated my lips with revlon sheer glide and now im ready for school.
thirty minutes early.
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| are you readddyyyy? |
[15 Mar 2005|08:46am] |
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despite failing two modules already this year, and against my mums begs and pleads, I have decided to take a day off because Daisy is back in the country and I have a complete boner.
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| it's only you, you're beautiful |
[08 Mar 2005|09:03pm] |
right now, the world just
seems to big
i can't seem to produce a decent entry andor string together a sentence that actually says what i want it to.
this is such a waste of time
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[03 Mar 2005|08:01pm] |
i'm going to have a bath.
i truly ming.
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| bollocks. |
[24 Feb 2005|05:21pm] |
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oh oh oh. ive got myself into an awful and embarrassing situation.
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| i can't get laid |
[02 Feb 2005|12:56pm] |
no commitment, just ejaculation. Amen.
♥ THE MOTHERFUCKING RAKES!
I want moremoremore new good music. H & K, I'd love your entire MP3 collections please.
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| that makes me want to barf |
[13 Jan 2005|05:11pm] |
Because I'm really not allowed to say it to anyone else:
THAT IS TRULY MINGING. Mingin' mingin' mingin. Even worse then the prostitute on TV with a drug addiction and five children. I DONT WANT TO LOOK AT IT BECAUSE ITS UGLY.
And if you can be arsed (please be arsed) ask me those questions. But not 5, because that's too much hard work. I feel like being questionarious.
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| & I'm sure it could've been, anybody else |
[05 Oct 2004|11:18am] |
 I CAN ONLY just count the number of times I have watched The Devils Advocate this week on two hands. I haven't watched past the seventy third minute due to insane amounts of tiredness. According to this film, this area of my body is no mans lands.
IT'S WHERE my head battles with my heart and boy one battles with boy two and boy's one and two battle with girl one and her love of the single life.
AT THE MOMENT my current thought is that I'd like to have no contact with number one and change things so that they never reached as far as they have. He's given me a phone (07810 782522) and ten CD's and I just don't know what to do. I love the CD's and the phone and him as a friend. I'm just not completely attracted to him anymore.
I MIGHT enjoy going to see Lora J in Keele at the weekend because I miss no-strings-attached commitment-hating men. This won't stay true for long, but the idea of having anything more then that isn't nice. At the moment.
BOY THREE is playing with my feelings but he feels more then that. Long relationships, breaking up's and then new relationships never work out. I understand. I think God is fucking about with the timing in my life.
HOW ARE YOU?
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| you stood on my life |
[24 Sep 2004|04:46pm] |
NINE FACTS THAT CAN'T BE CLASSED AS CREATIVE WRITING BECAUSE YOU CAN'T CREATE FACTS.
-Adam Finn, September 24th 2004, 9:18AM.
Page 46 of my school planner is a constant reminder that I really must write my personal statement before Monday.
Page 1 of my school planner is a constant reminder that I have an obsession with drawing Latesha and Latoya with big afro's and speech bubbles with blurbs about weaves and fo'shizzling.
Me and Daisy had our first doubie since the summer today at 2:07PM. By 2:15PM, in afternoon registration I was as high as a kite.
I found an old and rotting piece of wood/bark that looks like a pair of testicles.
Today Daisy decided that she was going to quit school and told the head of year. By afternoon registration she had changed her mind. Thus I am a good convincer.
I wish I could stay in and get stoned tonight, but I'm going out because it's Lora J's and Lora S's leaving do.
Alec is out tonight and wants to meet me. I'm still in two minds as to whether I should pursue going out on dates/snogging him or not.
Snow Patrol- "spitting games" has been on repeat form the moment I stepped into my room at 3:46PM.
Lately I feel like being less of a slag and more of an academic student.
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| innit. |
[23 Sep 2004|05:36pm] |
 I had a date on Tuesday and he wore a suit and me? Jeans and a grey zipup. He wanted to go to THE QUEENS HOTEL! for a bottle of wine (and most certainly some love) but I didn't want to get thrown out so we went to Toad for some JD&cokes and then on to the cinema. The cinema was crap and I don't know whether I will see him again but I most definately like him and he is most definately coming out on Friday.
On Saturday it's CAMPING OF THE YEARä with a whole load of drugs and alcohol. I am sincerely excited.
Tomorrow my personal statement is due in and today the realisation of an incomplete form struck me.
I wear my elvis glasses day and night and love them more then most thing. Maybe even bacon.
It's ever so hard to believe that I was once a star pupil and won PUPIL OF THE YEAR AWARD.
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| the girl had done her homework. |
[14 Sep 2004|08:45pm] |
After a day off school, many paracetemal, a 3:30AM night and a 6:00AM start I finally got to sleep at 11:30AM this morning.
I was woken up at 5:37PM (The neighbours theme tune was playing) by my cousin jumping on my bed, cheering with excitement at my new purchase.
Zooming in on the cats bumhole clearly gets boring after 6 different-angled shots (am I liable for cat porn arrest yet?) and I am obviously a better target.
I think I will sleep well tonight because I'm sick and not at work and have had a trillion sleeping pills and have Lord Of The Rings. Mum thinks I'll really love it, and I think I will too. But apparently, if I don't get about half way into it I won't enjoy it??
Yeah, my brain couldn't handle that logical thinking either.
Oh and word has it that this mug is nineteen on Saturday.
(and all i want is cards and lovely post. I have pornographic movies in my apartment and lubricants and amyl nitrate. And an address. Send mail.)
(am i selling this yet?)
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| she's just a love machine! |
[12 Sep 2004|11:38am] |
 
 
What a fine piece of arse that is. That's Tabatha, my brand new cat!
Taking the animal total up to 11 was a scary step, but when we saw her at the animal shelter we couldn't resist. She had been there for 6+ months (they weren't sure because it had been so long) and they have no idea of her age other then the fact that she is very old. Which means I may not have years and years with her, but that's not the fact.
The fact is I've got my very own cat to love and mother. Just making sure she has a nice place to stay until she goes, you know. She's not aloud to leave the house for another 2 weeks which is absolute hell. I'm not allowed my bedroom window open or anything incase she jumps out.
Her shit stinks even more then I believed to be possible and she licks her bumhole while cuddled in my arm, but she's my baby.
Right, must go and finish tidying my bedroom.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON SATURDAY! YO YO YO 19 AND ALL THAT! I expect letter from all of you, I hope you know that. E-me for my address because you have no choice!
(and pleasepleaseplease recommend songs for me to download! I like just about everything. My playlist is looking rather empty on 475 songs and I need some more! So yes, got wild and crazy and recommend to your hearts content!)
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| **cat |
[11 Sep 2004|06:00pm] |
I've just treated myself to this little beauty so now my posts will be full of pictures forever.
The batteries are charging and my food is cooking so I must rush, but I SHALL update later.
And I got myself a ginger pussy**
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[28 Aug 2004|04:25pm] |
Busted doing a cover of 'where is the love?' is the best thing that has ever graced my computer, seriously.
Where's the love James? (I don't know)
Where's the truth James? (I don't know)
IT'S FANTASTIC!!!!
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[22 Aug 2004|03:31pm] |
Any of you motherfuckers from the Birmingham area fancy putting up with me and my sister on Thursday night? This Dashboard gig is CALLING our names.
Anyone else going?
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[13 Aug 2004|07:11pm] |
I have nobody to go out with tonight and my mum has taken pity upon my constant whining and asked "shall we get pissed together. In the house?" and I have said "yes, what fun" because I'm no good at saying no.
This is my life and it's ending one minute at a time.
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| Myabe you can work on corrupting me? |
[12 Aug 2004|01:46pm] |
So I ordered a book off Amazon a long time ago and it hsn't come and neither the man nor Amazon are responding to my e-mails. Dude, this isn't even funny. I'm a chapter away from the end of Fight Club and I need the next one in line- Smack by Melvin Burgess. God, I love reading about the tolls and troubles of others.
Work last night was fantastic. I fell in love with an Irish man called David who didn't even note my existence. I told this to mum and she said "welcome to the real world". Either way, I seem to be doing this whole crush-malarky thing quite often now. Maybe it's puberty.
Today I will do nothing and nothing and nothing and
Then I shall go to work at 6pm and rock out. I am Loo's guilty pleasure.
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