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Nutella and Joe's last apple instead of the Belmont
Jul. 1st, 2005 | 11:14 pm
So ashamed
Tastefest tonight--one year anniversary of a change of thought for me
Joe said i've been a puppetmaster since Mardi Gras--it is funny how Nick messed up one << final >> time and now i'll never >>care<< again--not the same anyways...
Certain voices are soothing to me--It's the Dramatic Girl Syndrome--i am attracted to things i'm not capable of even if i dont respect it.
work has been increasingly frustrating. I really enjoy my job but i can't work for this money anymore and it's not even that--it is as if i'm finally tired of delaying beginning my life. My parents are pro/indifferent/accepting/expectant of Nick and I moving in together but his parents seem annoyed slightly. It isn't as if anyone will give us a hardtime but there was a "playing house" comment one of his aunts made that Kristen mentioned. except us moving in together really has nothing to do with us wanting to take the next step in our relationship. It just is now the most convenient move we can both make.
He wants to love someone on the days he is drunk, the days he is quiet, the days a slight breeze makes the city seem special...yes, fumbled? quilted--then the images of a giant playland world with cartoon colors and jumping flowers--a greaser in a white t-shirt hopping along like that bunny he once was on Ferry street last summer. He is sad because he is leaving but he doesn't have to leave. idle conversation can be despised but it's also an art. because of course nothing matters and no one is watching you, no one is checking off what accomplishments you make so Deena, happiness is a choice! Your house is 6000 square feet. there is a length and a width that only your painters ever touched. I used to work at a paint store. I enjoyed lying to customers about semi-gloss, eggshell, and flat --i enjoyed primers however, and base 4 colors...
footsteps coming, kristen should buy a gun and take it on a trip...
Tastefest tonight--one year anniversary of a change of thought for me
Joe said i've been a puppetmaster since Mardi Gras--it is funny how Nick messed up one << final >> time and now i'll never >>care<< again--not the same anyways...
Certain voices are soothing to me--It's the Dramatic Girl Syndrome--i am attracted to things i'm not capable of even if i dont respect it.
work has been increasingly frustrating. I really enjoy my job but i can't work for this money anymore and it's not even that--it is as if i'm finally tired of delaying beginning my life. My parents are pro/indifferent/accepting/expectant of Nick and I moving in together but his parents seem annoyed slightly. It isn't as if anyone will give us a hardtime but there was a "playing house" comment one of his aunts made that Kristen mentioned. except us moving in together really has nothing to do with us wanting to take the next step in our relationship. It just is now the most convenient move we can both make.
He wants to love someone on the days he is drunk, the days he is quiet, the days a slight breeze makes the city seem special...yes, fumbled? quilted--then the images of a giant playland world with cartoon colors and jumping flowers--a greaser in a white t-shirt hopping along like that bunny he once was on Ferry street last summer. He is sad because he is leaving but he doesn't have to leave. idle conversation can be despised but it's also an art. because of course nothing matters and no one is watching you, no one is checking off what accomplishments you make so Deena, happiness is a choice! Your house is 6000 square feet. there is a length and a width that only your painters ever touched. I used to work at a paint store. I enjoyed lying to customers about semi-gloss, eggshell, and flat --i enjoyed primers however, and base 4 colors...
footsteps coming, kristen should buy a gun and take it on a trip...