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darekaaron: December 2004
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If I had a nickel for every damn dime.". Tuesday, December 28, 2004. We're all over Christmas, am I right? I took the girls to the mall and it seems as if it hasn't ended. No parking, shitty attitudes, people in cars, cutting in front of us, only to have to wait for the traffic to clear in front of them before they can move. I thought we were only allowed to try to kill each other between 12/13 and 12/24. Did I mention I have super powers? Posted by darekaaron at 8:53 PM. Moulin Rouge without the music.
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darekaaron: May 2005
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If I had a nickel for every damn dime.". Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Twiddle dee do da. God dammit. I don't feel like doin' a fucking thing. Not even a post. But. I hear yelling from the neighbor's daughter upstairs: "I know I was on the phone for almost two hours. I can't help it. I. To talk that long. I just can't help it." Poor little thing. I have conversations like that today. I just can't help it. I need to talk. In a strange, very un-catlike fashion. And it seems like he tells me that everything's okay.
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Julie, interrupted: janvier 2005
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Catharsis through universal osmosis! Lundi, janvier 31, 2005. Uhhhhh.Where's your head at Ms. Interrupted? Yeah so.Do you think my organic tampons are best left in the refrigerator? Evidently, that's where I put them. Perhaps they are more appetizing when chilled? Or maybe, it is my brain that is on freeze. I am losing my signal hill. Unleashed by Julie at 12:42 PM. Dimanche, janvier 30, 2005. I lied to the silly doctor and simply replied, "No.". Unleashed by Julie at 9:52 PM. Vendredi, janvier 28, 2005.
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Julie, interrupted: mai 2005
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Catharsis through universal osmosis! Mardi, mai 31, 2005. Flame ignited.burning seemingly out of control.trying to capture a bit of it before I inevitably douse it out. I have nothing to say anymore! This is pissing me off! Where have I gone? Hiding in the shadows of indecision again is so cliche and boring. What in the world is sucking me dry? I can't always get what I want and like a child I am feeling sorry for myself. I miss school.who else gives a fuck about feminist film theory? What good are ideas...