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[07 Aug 2003|11:33pm]
[ mood | R.I.P. Futurama? ]

"Jail's not so bad. You can make sangria in the toilet. Of course, it's shank or be shanked..."
- Scruffy

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[05 Aug 2003|03:05am]
Because of tonight, I now have every single aired episode of Home Movies on tape, and I am all caught up on Monk. So there. BLAH!
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[04 Aug 2003|01:04am]
I hit page-down a lot. And this when I can drag myself into reading my self-appointed friends' entries. A lot of times, admittedly, I'm just afraid. I can't really tell you why. It just doesn't sound pleasant, I guess. I think perhaps that when I don't press certain buttons on this certain machine it is easy enough for me to not face certain things and certain emotions I feel about certain people. But I don't like to hide. And I have said and meant certain things to certain people that I certainly don't intend on dishonoring. And so, I press on. I really just wish I wasn't the person that initiates things these days, because I really am a shy person.

[side note: I'd like to listen to Built to Spill with someone again sometime.]
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[03 Aug 2003|11:52pm]
[ mood | freaky outtie ]

What is with all the Polyphonic Spree haters? Where did you come from? I swear I've never heard an ill word about them since I first was introduced to them. This is all so disappointing.

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[28 Jul 2003|10:48pm]
The high temperature was 63 degrees in Newport (Oregon) today.
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[27 Jul 2003|11:01pm]
Someone needs to tell the kids in my neighborhood that it's not July 4th anymore. I sound like a broken record, I really do. But so do they.

It's hot. This might end up being the hottest summer I've ever been through. It's not the extreme temperatures, it's just the consistency of it all. We had record highs in May and June, yet didn't hit 90 for a long time... now 90+ is becoming the norm. These aren't the 100+ numbers of the 1982 heatwave, but the sustained heat is just bad news.

It bugs me when people don't answer their phones. Especially when they'll find the time to return my calls when I'm not actually home.

I hate the Dandy Warhols. (explanation is NOT required.)

I am looking forward to work tomorrow. Really, I am. Believe me. See, I go through this ritual of dreading the next day and being really depressed on Sunday nights. This has often led me to, well, some combination of misery and boredom on my best nights, and I guess things I'm not very proud of or don't want to talk about at worst. Sunday nights just fill me with this gross lump of something unpleasant and I don't really know why. Why don't I really know why? Because I generally head off to work Monday morning with a renewed attitude and a sense of rejuvenation. At least, that's what I try to do. So why shouldn't I just look forward to the stupid day and leave this pit of bleariness behind me?

I'm not sure.

Someone somewhere said that the more you analyze things, the less clear they end up being. It was something to that effect, anyway. It's probably true. I really hate thinking. I think that might be why I take a shine to drinking sometimes.
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[24 Jul 2003|02:49am]
One reason I will never be a vegan: Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles.
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[24 Jul 2003|02:48am]
The clock is taunting me.
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this message is for Erin [23 Jul 2003|02:38am]
This message is dedicated to Erin. I'm just stating that at the onset to get it over with. I think you should all know it, though.

I'm just sitting here and am about to go to sleep. Today is the fifth consective day of 90 ish degree high heat in Portland. It's not a fun thing.

I think Erin should be able to keep her kitty. There's no reason to debate this, obviously.

I don't really want to go to work tomorrow. It sucks the life out of my soul. Soul-sucking jerks, the lot of them. Really.

I am sitting here hoping that Kirsten's drama is settled now. She didn't call me back tonight, but that could mean various things.

I think you should talk to me. I mean that to everybody. I especially mean that towards Erin, lately, but it extends to everyone, I swear. I am here, sometimes. I'm not scary. Say hi.

I'm all done, for now.

Thanks for reading,
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[13 Jul 2003|11:10pm]
I installed yahoo messenger again to mess around with it. My screen name is king_twist. hooray...?
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[13 Jul 2003|11:07pm]
Frank Black killed Kurt Cobain... in self defense! Jesse and I are currently seeking backing capital to shoot a feature length film based on our elaborate, but definitely true theory.
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[11 Jul 2003|11:51pm]
A fifteen minute call made my entire weekend.
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[11 Jul 2003|12:54am]
Rilo Kiley was great. Great, great stuff, there.

And then some girl that looked vaguely, but not completely familiar started talking to me about my shirt. She asked what it said, so I showed her. ("Ahh, Shooting Stars..." said she.) She asked me where I worked, and I mumbled it. So I had to say it twice. And after another bit she said I didn't sound very _____ (proud? excited? enthusiastic?) about it. I laughed nervously. She kept saying that I liked familiar. I hear that a lot, but I don't know why. Then her friend, sitting on the ground out of view, got into a fight with her, and we eventually went our separate ways.

I'm unsettled now. I really hope "I'll give you a call sometime..." doesn't actually mean "so long, have a nice life..."
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vintage LJ [06 Jul 2003|09:53pm]

It should be noted that I don't remember any of these things.

blah blah blah, I wish I didn't hate women like I seem to now... (side note...)
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[05 Jul 2003|02:17am]
I don't know what to say. My back hurts a little bit. I'm in a bad mood. I am pessimistic about the immediate future. I hate that I come up with such dismal expectations of people so that I make sure I am not disappointed. And it's even worse when I get disappointed anyway. I don't even really feel like reaching out to anyone anymore.
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I hate neighbors [02 Jul 2003|01:24am]
[ mood | fuck you ]

This (the above) is the best song ever. Know this. Embrace it and love it. Do it now, thanks.

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[30 Jun 2003|12:09am]
And much like how I quit eating meat two years ago by "trying it for a week", I have suddenly and inexplicably switched to drinking diet soda. More specifically, I should say, my drink of choice is now Diet Dr. Pepper. Though I don't think I'd avoid sugared soda like it was poison, now, I think I can hang with this. It's not so bad. And they have it in the vending machine at work, of course. It's not like it's *that* much healthier or like I drink tremendous amounts of soda like I used to years and years ago, but still...
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[28 Jun 2003|06:21pm]
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no one uses subjects [23 Jun 2003|01:49am]
[ mood | emo :( ]


blah blah blah my significant other (fake) blah blah blah something something cool red colors blah blah teleblah totally lah blah movies are great haha ha blah giggle made me uh huh feel sappy my nose is big uh huh stupid blah on this day in history blah blah he/she bought me a big sappy trinket.

blah blah ex blah hate blah stupid nose piercing dumb why was I blah stupid blah still haha care ahhhhghh blah blah things blah blah blah different or something I think aaghhh blah blah (obsessive) argh break things cut cut cutter.

I hate livejournal.

Good night.

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[17 Jun 2003|11:46pm]
I did it.

All this time, I knew I could do it. And I've done it before.

And I may do it again.

But it wasn't with you, this time, and it probably won't be anytime in the future. And that's not my fault, that is squarely yours.
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