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Things I hate:
Fucking things up again, being a shitty girlfriend, being a shitty singer, being a shitty novelist, not being able to spell, being a shitty daughter, being an irresponsible twat, being too damn far away from everyone I care about, being desperately cuddle-deprived (real life cuddling, and none of this *hugs* shit), being too cold, being too warm, my head aching because I probably haven't drunk enough water, not having any clean laundry. Oh, and myself, of course, at any given moment. And you lot. And not being an alcoholic so I can't get dr0nk, and not being a smoker so I can't go kill myself with cancersticks. In general, not being a dickhead. Fucking morals.
Things I don't hate:
Wearing my chunky heels all day, two dollar CD's, and iCal. And, apparently, the word "shit", seeing as I only used it oh five times in this post. And pounding my head against things to make it stop aching.
BehindTheWalls
PostScript: I also really really hate whatever livejournal did so you automatically get a space after the comma when writing tags (ie, you hit comma and it shows up as ", " instead of just ","
See, I'm smart enough to hit space after hitting a comma. Please fix it so I don't keep frigging doublespacing after every goddamn tag. Thanks.
Fucking things up again, being a shitty girlfriend, being a shitty singer, being a shitty novelist, not being able to spell, being a shitty daughter, being an irresponsible twat, being too damn far away from everyone I care about, being desperately cuddle-deprived (real life cuddling, and none of this *hugs* shit), being too cold, being too warm, my head aching because I probably haven't drunk enough water, not having any clean laundry. Oh, and myself, of course, at any given moment. And you lot. And not being an alcoholic so I can't get dr0nk, and not being a smoker so I can't go kill myself with cancersticks. In general, not being a dickhead. Fucking morals.
Things I don't hate:
Wearing my chunky heels all day, two dollar CD's, and iCal. And, apparently, the word "shit", seeing as I only used it oh five times in this post. And pounding my head against things to make it stop aching.
BehindTheWalls
PostScript: I also really really hate whatever livejournal did so you automatically get a space after the comma when writing tags (ie, you hit comma and it shows up as ", " instead of just ","
See, I'm smart enough to hit space after hitting a comma. Please fix it so I don't keep frigging doublespacing after every goddamn tag. Thanks.
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I so understand the cuddling thing, I've had some lovely extended cuddling recently and have realized how much cuddling I don't get in my every day life.
Bring your laundry to the Belmhaus tomorrow when you go play guitar hero...
drink some water.
There, I've solved all the stuff I can manage.
Love,
your,
Mom
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~Sor
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~Sor
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You gots zillions more chances to fuck up. Make the most out of them.
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Thank you Diane. You're pretty awesome.
~Sor
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When we get together we will cuddle like there is no tomorrow.
Think happy thought like Superman and crashing into air.
Love ya,
~V~
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But crashing into air is always awesome. <3
~Sor
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We're both about equally far away from home, methinks, so I definitely get that one (and consequently the cuddle-deprived part).
In general, yeah, life sucks sometimes, I'm with you all the way on that. Hopefully it gets better soon. And it ought to, what with Thanksgiving coming up (I'm guessing you're going home too). :)
i'm with you, hon
and i too, am severely real-life cuddle-malnourished. i have cuddle scurvy, cuddle rickets, cuddle hyponatremia, cuddle-oh, you get it.
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you need more amanda palmer in your life. in the worst way.
step two:
step three:
step four:
secure december 27th, 2007 on your ical.
Re: you need more amanda palmer in your life. in the worst way.
Re: you need more amanda palmer in your life. in the worst way.
Step 4: Very plausibly impossible. OtherKat will be visiting, which is one of those really good things, but at the same time, it's kinda hosing my social calender some.
~Sor
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You'll get through it girly. Believe it or not, everyone is entitled to a shitty day where they use the word shit at least 5 times and feel generally horrid about it (even though everyone else thinks they rock).
Put a note on your wall for occassions like this. The note should read:
"This too shall pass," said the rabbi.
(from a children's book mom used to read us)
Put another note on your ceiling above your bed. This note should read:
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
And then go get some chocolate milk. It helps. Hugs!
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. o O (wait, that's probly sending the wrong message altogether... >.>)
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