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Aug. 21st, 2005 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageOhrenstein came to PCP...V. Yes. It's morning. Early.
I lost my keys and hate life so much for it. I still can't locate my sunglasses. Jesus, give me back my keys! Are they at the left hand of the Lord? Nobody wants to go there, that's his toilet-wiping hand. Aliens, drop them burning onto my sleeping head. I just want them back. Oh, and feel free to give me lots of other things I need. Preferably intangible ones, like knowledge, etc.
Why hath proverbial sunshine forsaken me so?
Hyperstretching is lush.
The Legend: you remember how hard my tests were? Greek Gods. 7. Three friends could not equal a pass. I was the only one to get hundreds.
Oh no, that would help Other People. Fk Other People.
I need to stop crashing out and redeem myself. Read hardcore. Do all my homework well. Work harder. Forget the retarded things. Do my sketchbooks, I suppose.
Spirit week returns. Nobody remembers that Rox Box. Oh noes, indefinite pronoun. Nobody has been around long. I miss out on a great modern dance. I have to work. They're all so young and seem older. Older, but so stupid. I'm afraid of what's inside. Scraping the inside of pretty hair a couple of centimetres behind that prettyfaced china doll smile.
I dread needing to call people for help with BC. Theres always the neurotic bunny. Do normal people call each other on the phone just to talk? I'm not used to being home when other people are awake.
Lauren suffers heartache and Kate is again giddy.
I'm becoming like Pearl Harbour. I begin to smile. Maybe I won't.
Dance on Friday. Keep away. Only going to support some class? So uncomfortable in public.
What kind of music does he listen to after all?
Define more boundaries. But clarity is foreign, standing in the wind outside, green lawn.
Shopping, libraries. Missing [as]. 0800 homework. coded meaningless garbage.
won't be long before I crush
...back in line
I lost my keys and hate life so much for it. I still can't locate my sunglasses. Jesus, give me back my keys! Are they at the left hand of the Lord? Nobody wants to go there, that's his toilet-wiping hand. Aliens, drop them burning onto my sleeping head. I just want them back. Oh, and feel free to give me lots of other things I need. Preferably intangible ones, like knowledge, etc.
Why hath proverbial sunshine forsaken me so?
Hyperstretching is lush.
The Legend: you remember how hard my tests were? Greek Gods. 7. Three friends could not equal a pass. I was the only one to get hundreds.
Oh no, that would help Other People. Fk Other People.
I need to stop crashing out and redeem myself. Read hardcore. Do all my homework well. Work harder. Forget the retarded things. Do my sketchbooks, I suppose.
Spirit week returns. Nobody remembers that Rox Box. Oh noes, indefinite pronoun. Nobody has been around long. I miss out on a great modern dance. I have to work. They're all so young and seem older. Older, but so stupid. I'm afraid of what's inside. Scraping the inside of pretty hair a couple of centimetres behind that prettyfaced china doll smile.
I dread needing to call people for help with BC. Theres always the neurotic bunny. Do normal people call each other on the phone just to talk? I'm not used to being home when other people are awake.
Lauren suffers heartache and Kate is again giddy.
I'm becoming like Pearl Harbour. I begin to smile. Maybe I won't.
Dance on Friday. Keep away. Only going to support some class? So uncomfortable in public.
What kind of music does he listen to after all?
Define more boundaries. But clarity is foreign, standing in the wind outside, green lawn.
Shopping, libraries. Missing [as]. 0800 homework. coded meaningless garbage.
won't be long before I crush
...back in line
