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[Jan. 19th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year.
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry (or not). I may draw or paint (or, more likely in my case take a photo) something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to repost. We can all make stuff! |
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| im sorry but i didn't know |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|02:56 pm] |
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It's really upsetting to realize you have grown apart and didn't even notice. |
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| Blind. |
[Oct. 1st, 2005|04:17 pm] |
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So today I have done a lot of thinking.
I have discovered that if you concentrate on the things in your life that aren't the way you want them to be that you will be totally blind to the things that are great in your life. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2005|11:30 am] |
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i wanna grab my camera and run for the coast. i dreamt about his fucking ex wife last night. and that makes me crazy. |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2005|09:30 am] |
Are you tired of all those sissy-ass "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:
1. When you are sad - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile - I will know you finally got laid.
4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.
6. When you are confused - I will use little words.
7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath...I pledge it till the end.
"Why?" you may ask? Because you are my friend.
Send this to 10 of your closest friends, then get depressed because you can only think of 4.
Remember: A good friend will help you move, but a really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel... |
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| Take lots with alcohol |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|10:58 pm] |
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So I am sitting at my desk talking to Alysha about how fucked up life is and pondering on the days events. I glance over at one of my many prescriptions and the label says, "Take as needed for pain." If I took one for everything that caused me pain today the fucking bottle would be gone. All 180 of them. If I squint my eyes just right I would swear it says, "Take lots with Alcohol." Maybe that is just what I want it to say. Maybe if my stupid fucking friends would call me when there are supposed or say they will it wouldn't matter what the label said.
So tonight, after smoking what feels like a pack of cigarettes (only 5 or 6), I raise my glass to:
-People who say they'll call and never do
-Stereotypes
-Stolen Ideas
-Neglect
-Jason's "Platinum" front teeth
-Alysha, "the Pocket Dweller"
-Girls who try and steal my identity
-Having my dads gf treat me like shit
-AND my dad allowing it
*Clink**Clink* You can have the glass. Give me the bottle. |
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| I FUCKING HATE YOU |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|03:18 pm] |
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I hate..I MEAN HATE...stupid fucking bitches who cant get their own fucking identity. This includes stupid bitches who steal my pictures and pretend to be me and dumb cunts like Nikki who just try to be me. You will never be me. You will never be what I was to him. SO GET THE FUCK OVER IT! |
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| Hailey, please read this. |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|07:59 am] |
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Fuck everybody else, this live journal is for Hailey. It is so hard to be mad at you. It just feels like there is disloyalty going on. I appreciate the truth (I am not sure he would tell me) and I have always said wouldn't you rather hear the truth? I guess I wouldn't. I guess I wish it weren't happening at all. I know what youre thinking. We divorce boyfriends not friends. Its just hard that my best friends are still friends with my ex. I don't know why you signed off. I wanted to say all these things directly to you. I love you, Hailey Marguerite (Meredith) Pfingsten. <3 |
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| i guess you just dont understand. |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|07:43 am] |
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Have you ever woke up and said damn today is going to be a good day? Then someone says something that just pisses all over your parade, first thing in the fucking morning? Yes? Welcome to my world.
-I'm not mad at you. Just....disgruntled. At him as well. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2005|05:59 am] |
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The oooey goodness that is meme
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book/fictional character reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a substance to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. Or at least me.
5. I'll tell you my favorite memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal or plant you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. DO IT OR YOUR SKIN WILL FALL OFF.
and I will post for everyone even if I don't know you damnit, but it may take me some time.
1. You contibuted to the dilinquency of my mother and signed my marriage licence.
2. Lizzy Borden - cause you need an ax!
3. DIRTY! I would wrestle you in anything baby!
4. "can I help you?" and "ROCKET POP?! ewww"
5. There are so many...Laughing behind other people's backs is the best with you.
6. Is vodka a plant or an animal?
7. Can I get a cheeseburger? |
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| Self-Sabotage is the worst kind. |
[Aug. 13th, 2005|10:14 am] |
I found this old journal entry of hers. Yet again more proof that it was she who sabotages her own relationship, not I.
Let's talk.
Him and I are in a rut. Let's admit it.
Hah, "let's" as in he's even reading this. Though he's not because he's totally inconsiderate and uninterested, to state the facts nicely.
"Kaela, he is such a nice guy, be nice to him"
How many times I've heard that one. Little do they know he could care less about me, my feelings, views, opinions, ideas or anything that has to do with me. He never listens and if he does fool me into thinking he is listening, I will be alerted shortly by some action he does, that he wasn't.
Today, He asked if I wanted to go shoot pool with him and my best friend Liz. After working a 6 day week, I told him I'd rather stay home and relax. He acted as if that was fine. After him and I fucked in the shower I come downstairs and he tells me that he's going out to play pool with Liz anyhow and that he's not making dinner like he previously offered. Then bitches and moans and says "What do you want me to make ? Hurry up, we wanna leave."
Right, what a sweet gesture. I just told him to leave and that even if he stayed at this point, I would still be mad. I just couldn't understand why he would rather go out with my best friend because, well we all know...they don't get along so well, he irritates her and she irritates him. At least thats how they have made it seem to me.
He has never expressed to me that he would like to go out more often with "The Boys" (even though he doesn't have "BOYS") until tonight when he put his hand in his back pocket and reached out the whole "I never go out, you always do" card.
First of all, I can't help it that he doesn't have any friends. Strike that, he has friends. They just never call him or want to hang out with him, not that he's any better. He never calls them either. The one friend that does call him sometimes is a mu........ shady person.
I will fully admit that I don't have many friends. Just because in all my friendships, I've been screwed over and I just don't care enough to meet new ones and deal with the drama. In fact, if I'm not with Josh, Liz or one of my roommates, chances are that all I wanna do is be alone.
This is only going to get worse because he's got this new great job and he wants to buy all these things for me and once he does then he will really expect me to be the bitch and know my roll. He'll start treating me like shit because he will think that I wont leave him because he's got money...well he's wrong. Have any of you met PJ ? Money's got NOTHING to do with it...and if I wanted to be in a shitty relationship just because a guy is rich, I could move to David's now.
I really don't care if he goes out with me, THATS FINE!!!! Just don't make plans with me, fuck me and leave me for my best friend. |
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| If you were anymore dysfuntional, you would be non-functioning. |
[Aug. 6th, 2005|10:12 am] |
So for the past few days I have been thinking about functionality in relationships. Now, not just romantic relationships, all relationships. I dont think that very many people can say they have functional relationships. Most peoples relationships are so DYS-functional that they choose the most functional out of the lot of them and deem it as functional. By setting the precedent with this dysfunctional relationship, we doom ourselves to never having functional relationships.
I want to write more but I have to go to my Moms house. I will jot down soome thoughts while on the road. |
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| My assumption was the mother of all mistakes. |
[Jul. 31st, 2005|11:25 am] |
So, I really wanted to sit down and think about writing this before I responded to your posts.
I have no desire to fly off the handle. Just a few points to make.
You only wish I could have been as good a friend to you as you were to me? How was it that you were such a good friend? Did you EVER come to my house to hang out or did I ALWAYS have to come to yours? You let me borrow money when I needed it? No, and as a matter of fact you still owe me 70 bucks. Always about what you wanted to do, unless I was paying. So it was usually sitting at home, eatting junk food and watching TiVo.
You say your mom did "shit" for you when you were little? Except feed and clothe you and put a roof over your head. She gave you money pretty much whenever you asked for it. She gave you a car. Not to mention let TWO of your boyfriends live there for free and one drive her car to work. She made you excersize and not eat junk all the time. BFD, you need it. Sitting at home, eatting imitation crab salad and crackers, watching TiVo. Hmmm...that is no way to go through life. I love your pictures. They all make you look so thin. Why don't you put some full body shots up there?
Does the 26 year old know you scammed him out of hundreds of dollars for an abortion because you led him to believe he still had a chance? Does he know that that abortion probably cost about 300 bucks? Lastly, who's boyfriend is okay with their long time girlfriend going out and hooking up with another guy for money? Doesn't that make you a prostitute and your boyfriend, your pimp?
You say I'm two-faced. It was so easy for you to say all those horrible things about a certain old friend. However, when things didn't go your way, you two are best buds again. Does she know all the rotten things you've said about her and her child? I bet not.
You say I tried to sabotage your relationship...hmmm. I would think that running off to NB to go cry and not call him, was all you. Telling me I should tell him you're not with me....all you. If I was so set on ruining your relationship, would I have volunteered my boyfriend to help fix yours' truck? Probably not.
The scholarship to Berkley went out the window when I dropped out of school.
The pictures don't matter because they were of you kissing another girl.
The sunglasses were stolen. You were with me, you should know.
The $1,300 a month for school, is in my checking account every month. I had to BE IN SCHOOL.
He offered, I said no. I just bought a car instead. That's right - PAID FOR.
No he doesn't. Do your parents know about your abortion from a 22 yr old that shall remain nameless? Which you scammed money from another 26 year old to pay for? I am sure they would be proud.
AVN - I don't "brag" about. YOU BRAGGED ABOUT. I wasn't proud of what I did.
UNLV - I merely said I wanted to. Not that I was enrolled or going.
You would have done anything for me? I DID do anything for you.
I never sabotaged your most functional relationship. Hanging out with your ex PJ did that one for you. Sharing a 15 year old with your boyfriend? Allowing him to hook up with a girl so you could sleep with a manager at your work? I had no hand in that. If this is your most functional, then I worry for you.
It is so easy for the pot to call the kettle black |
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| She makes my eyes bleed. |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|09:02 pm] |
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| | Sing Sing Sing (with a swing) by Benny Goodman | ] |
I should be happy right? I have a gorgeous 53 Ford, my beauty 97 Ranger, don't have to work, a huge house, and a rekindling romance. I should be happy? But I'm not. I lost my best friends. And somehow, my most vile ex still makes my blood pressure go so high, blood spews out of my ears and my eyes bleed. I am so tired of this "My life is perfect. I am fucking princess" facade. She isn't. She can say all the horrible things she wants about me but I was there for the fights. The running away. The making up lies to make her boyfriend feel bad. HE boys a new car and she automatically assumes it is hers to drive. WTF is that? I may be the shitty one. Or the liar. Or the one who ran away. But it easy to be the pot and call the kettle black. |
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