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Friday, July 27, 2007

    i think that counts as a nap.


i woke up looking like freakazoid.

it was so much easier to quit smoking when i knew i had an awesome little baby growing inside me.

i wish i still had that "thriller" jacket.

i should probably brush my hair; then i'll be a presentable freakazoid.

i'm feeling a little unappreciated.

i kinda wish i was starting school in the fall. it would give me something to do.

when i was little, i used to dream of how awesome and happy my life would be once i was an adult.....it was only a dream.

someone has had their access to this blog denied.

individual and/or couples counseling is in the near future.

i hate that i'm so obsessive-compulsive about so many things.

i don't feel bad for a lot of mean, hateful things i think about people-- strangers, friends, enemies, frienemies, etc.

i'm scared of a lot of things right now. really, at this very moment.

i wanna get away.

i love his scent.

i still cry every day and every night for that tiny, precious baby i never got to know.

i needwant something to believe in.....besides love.

my ears are ringing.

i have a mad crush on denis leary. i think it's because i'm attracted to assholes and that's his character on "rescue me".

i miss working out.

i don't miss mia.

i'm really sick of birds shitting on my flip-flops when i leave them outside.

i like when he holds my hand for no apparent reason.

i say 'fuck' a lot, but not as much as i used to.

if i could turn back the hands of time....

i always get the urge to pee when i'm crying. i'm not really sure why.

my vision seems to be getting worse.

i'm not looking forward to getting those cortisone shots. i hate needles.

i have more bad dreams than good.

i just want it to be over.

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