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 Buzz buzz, I am Coffee flavoured.
I am popular in the workplace, even though I am often bitter. I am energetic to the point of being frenetic; buzz buzz, out of my way. I tend to overwork myself and need periods of recovery time. What Flavour Are You?
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| 03:18am 16/10/2002 |
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I don't know what 'yar' is, but it's a great sounding word. Yar. I got home from the club with the sniffles, it's cold and windy and rainy outside, so the drive home was a bitch, but ah well.
Had much much fun at Revelations, looking forward to Haujobb on the 30th (whee), though not sure if I can go.
It's late, and I should be in bed. I just wanted to put something positive in here for once, I have such warm fuzzy feelings right now. Had fun going out. Had fun getting home.
Heeeeeeeeeee!
okay, goodnight. |
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| 07:07pm 13/10/2002 |
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mood:  exanimate music: Cruxshadows "Even Angels Fall"
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...I was cooking, and looking down, watching the rice boil. It was risotto, really. And I could see the bubbles coming to the surface, pushing their way through the grains of rice and popping. And I thought about pushing my hand down into it, and how long my hand could sit in there before it blistered...whether or not the grains of rice would stick to my skin and leave little rice-shaped blisters, or if it would be a larger blistering. I came to the conclusion...maybe I shouldn't be cooking right now.
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| 02:38pm 10/10/2002 |
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| A thank you. |
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| 02:47pm 25/09/2002 |
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Okay. SO...I don't say this often enough. And I'll say it again. to my friends, who are there when I spaz, thank you. I don't deserve any of you, and you guys are just the greatest. Oh, and most especially, thanks Justine, cause you're a wonderwoman. =) |
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| 12:55pm 24/09/2002 |
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mood:  anxious
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Wow. Um. But...what if I don't /wanna/ give a fuck? *sobs* |
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| The V-word. |
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| 02:39pm 20/09/2002 |
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mood: ecstatic
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I'm happy. I'm so happy that I'm crying. I'm crying the same way some poor misguided girl that won a pageant cries. I was accepted to be the organiser in my area for V-Day 2003. For those of you who don't know about V-Day, you might have heard a whisper here and there about the Vagina Monologues, the play by Eve Ensler.
V-Day is a celebration, it's a cause, it's a triumph (albeit a small one). It's giving back to the community in a way that I can actually manage. Or so I think, maybe I can't.
We'll be doing a performance here, of the Vagina Monologues. I will be (somehow, and with help!) organising this...and the funds raised will go to women's shelters. rape crisis. wherever they're needed here.
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| 06:21am 19/09/2002 |
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Which Witch? Dianic!
(Dianic: A Wiccan tradition centered solely around women and the Goddess.)
Strongly feminine, and a Goddess all by yourself, you are a Dianic Witch. You strive to reclaim your rightful position in society - that of man's equal. Or, better yet, man's better.
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| 10:39am 13/09/2002 |
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mood: bouncy music: "Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit'" by Wu Tang Clan
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 Your Secret Fetish Is BDSM!Tie me up! Tie me down! Whether you're doing the tying, or doing the crying, you love BDSM. For you, love hurts- and sex hurts even more. So make that spanking a little harder. The more you bleed, the more you come. What's *Your* Secret Fetish? Click Here to Find Out!
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| 06:49am 13/09/2002 |
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What is your Alter-Ego
Personality?
I'm not your villain, not your adversary, I'm not your reason to crack and divide.
Too many ouchies, and can't find the pain meds. |
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| 01:57am 08/09/2002 |
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I'm a Marigold. The bloom of grief, sadness, cruelty and jealousy. Yeah well. I can't help it if I've had a hard life. Everything is a struggle for me, it seems.
What bloom are you? by Polly_Snodgrass |
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| 06:07am 02/09/2002 |
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I'm pretty damn hard core! Fear me!
I'm so amused. I feel better. THink I needed to vent...and Amy really really helped with her silliness. |
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| 11:10pm 01/09/2002 |
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mood: crushed
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I've decided that I'm just not going to say what's on mine anymore. At all. I should probably from this point on fill my journal with meaningless crap. And I really don't think I'll be telling anybody what I'm thinking.
The reasons for this are myriad, the two greatest of these being:
1) I don't like having to answer 80 billion questions about why I think/feel/etc. something. I don't expect the Spanish Inquisition. it's rare enough for me to share my thoughts at all, and that really makes me not want to.
2) It pisses people off, or irritates them. God fucking forbid I feel a certain way or think something. To hell with me.
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