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It rang.
Today is: Dec 5th, 2006 12:23:32 am - Subscribe
Mood: Hungry.
Inspiration: Morgan Freeman.

Though honestly. I've more problems with the friends I have now. I mean, one hates me, I swear. If you don't want to talk to me, then fucking don't. One is only friends when it suits them. Don't call me last minute. And one, just is.

Now this. I mean, my phone rang. I answered. We hung out, again. Tomorrow too.

I think my dearest best friend, hates me. I'm not sure whats up. She is bitchy and kinda distant. Is she pissed off about me spending my time with him? We are just friends. For fuck sakes, if she wants more friends, then she needs to get her BF to give her some time to herself...
Wait. They're in love.
My bad.

So it rang again. Can he come over his fear of answering machines, can I overcome my fear of time well spent?

Time only knows.
Blurb(s): (1)

Bone Chilling.
Today is: Dec 1st, 2006 11:32:42 am - Subscribe
Mood: Adored- Hah.
Inspiration: Atomic Fireballs.

Every spent an entire day and a half waiting for a phone call that won't come?

Yup, that's me. My own answering machine. I of all people cannot explain his strange phobia of leaving messages. So I try to just, wait for his call. But...

I grow weary. Weary of looking at the sleek exterior of my telephone, and knowing full well that his sugary voice isn't coming from the circuts inside.

I am going to buy a coffee, and maybe brush my hair. I look decent, feel decent. However, I am whirling internally.

Just call dammit. I do care.
Blurb(s): (1)

Bitten in the Arse.
Today is: Nov 24th, 2006 3:06:46 am - Subscribe
Mood: Distracted.
Inspiration: Heat Lamps.

By the love bug.

Confused by nature,
Confused by nurture...

Confused by the ability to have feelings.



When will it finally be okay fo me to feel. Feel something other than animosity and jealousy?

I am jealous. But for all the wrong reasons.
I should be jealous, but not because of what I AM jealous of.

I am so god damned

con'FUCKING'fused.

Argh. And out.
Blurb(s): (3)

A letter to a friend.
Today is: Nov 20th, 2006 2:25:29 am - Subscribe
Mood: Obscure
Inspiration: Tori Amos

I've written this a thousand times. Every time I get close to finishing this lament of loss of my best friend,

everytime I near the ending of my sad sad sonnet of hatred towards her lover,

everytime these bitter words spill atop a digitalized world, publicized and angry...

Aeonity deletes it because my pudgy hands hit the wrong key. But in a rant, is anything wrong?

Fuck you ______.
"What would I do without her?"

Fuck you _____.
Fuck you for taking her and turning her into a fucking creeper zombie like you.

Fuck.


You.



*and this all started out as reaserch for your birthday gift...

Stunted love.
Blurb(s): (1)

Tepid.
Today is: Nov 12th, 2006 4:54:22 am - Subscribe
Mood: Humble.
Inspiration: Blondes with Scarves.

Tiired. And Tiiiresome.

With two and three eyes respectively.

Life is moseying along on a right and ready path. I sleep, eat and work. In my free** time, I seduce the unwilling and the unloved.

** My time is rarely free. The going rate is aout $15.80 an hour.

Partial Insomnia has become impartial to me. As partial as my love affair with a beautiful person, who should become the sole purpose of my life.

And almost as partial as paying the rent.
*****Almost*****

Bitter and Embittered.
Yours Forever.
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