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[Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
@ 11:14pm] |
Le sigh
worked all day- I swear it was 100 degrees outside!!!!!!
Heat stroke i am telling you.
Beach in a week and a half...YAY!
Missing warped on Tuesday....oh well....thats life
PEACE bitches
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[Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
@ 10:10pm] |
"did you know you can now easily add a photo?"
No.
Anyway, I must say I am still addicted to Starbucks. I miss Toronto. I do not like working full-time. Bought a new car so that eats my paycheck. Hmmm. I might be happy about being a hairdresser somedays...but I swear, it's crazy!
Anyway...thinking about a boy...but not the Peru one. HAHA. For once.
Okay, so...Lj's just aren't my thing anymore...but I'm trying, I swear!
Everyone....so many cd's come out this summer. So exciting.
Don't think I am going o warped tour. And that's news for tonight with your host, CAt MeoW.
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[Sunday, June 18th, 2006
@ 12:17am] |
It's a wonderful life.
I don't think I have typed an lj entry in over a year.. Hmmmm
Not so wonderful, eh?
Cold sweats again. They are sending chills ripping down my spine. I can’t seem to breathe, my lungs constricting so fast, air just gets lost in a hollow in my throat. The white cotton of my sheets is ripping at my grip, but I can’t unclench my fists. Choking on all my syllables, my larynx rips every chord, not allowing any words to come out. This eludes me. Trapped in my own silence, slowly rotting away in my own bed.
My eyes scan through the dark, finding nothing but more haunting shadows. They dance across the walls, flickering and fading, becoming more lively. Temptation is running in my blood, boiling and raising it’s temperature. Thick, heavy breaths escape my mouth, allowing sweat to bead at my hairline, sticking to the skin without cascading down. The dark is never alone, that’s why I hate it so much. To dance with the shadows, such a dream. My tendons start moving, stretching, yearning to be lifted from bed. No longer do they want to lay stiff.
I have all intentions of getting up and dancing with them. So bright and full of life, they are. They make me jealous. They tease me because they know I can’t dance with them. I am nothing here, rotting from the inside out, literally. I must die here on this bed with the rotten cotton sheets. Tonight may be the last night of the shadows. This is their last show. My lungs are becoming even tighter, failing to take in any air. How this infection invaded my body, making it’s program for destruction. Upsetting the routines of life, draining everything I had. No time for anything but preparation for the inevitable. The shadow. To be a shadow. A reflection, dancing across the wall, haunting all those who seek one last dance.
Peace homebizzles
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