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requite me
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Currently in love with. My piano . yarn in my dreads . super mario with ian . discourse analysis . colour . healthy food . cod liver oil . dressing up with stella . you. The faint - symptom finger. Tchaikovsky - barcarolle (les saisons). Controller.controller - poison/safe. Piggy - two buddies. Kent - dom som forsvann. The songs we write. Buddy holly - peggy sue. Shivkumar sharma and his wacky santoor. Little ego; photos. Social etiquette is down. History and memory and boys and girls. Grade 8, now.
requiteme.blogspot.com
requite me
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Currently in love with. My piano . yarn in my dreads . super mario with ian . discourse analysis . colour . healthy food . cod liver oil . dressing up with stella . you. The faint - symptom finger. Tchaikovsky - barcarolle (les saisons). Controller.controller - poison/safe. Piggy - two buddies. Kent - dom som forsvann. The songs we write. Buddy holly - peggy sue. Shivkumar sharma and his wacky santoor. Little ego; photos. Social etiquette is down. History and memory and boys and girls. Grade 8, now.
sionide666.blogspot.com
I was me, but now he's BLORG
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I was me, but now he's BLORG. Yes, I do understand that there is no R in Blog. However, due to social and cultural conditions of the webspace in which you have entered, it will be pronounced BLORG with an R. Join the revolution. Wednesday, June 30, 2004. Hey all, sorry for not keeping up with my Blogs. that's an understatement really. i've posted one 3 days after i left. Calgarians are spoiled slack ass workers thats for sure. they don't do shit! AND FOR CHRISTS SAKE WRITE ME EMAILS!
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I was me, but now he's BLORG
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I was me, but now he's BLORG. Yes, I do understand that there is no R in Blog. However, due to social and cultural conditions of the webspace in which you have entered, it will be pronounced BLORG with an R. Join the revolution. Friday, May 21, 2004. Well, this roadtrip couldn't be any better so far, and i have all kinds of scenic pictures that i'm going to put in my photo album, and i can only hope that crazy shit will happen to us in the days to come, as we push on to Shit City. Winnepeg. I quit my job!
textuals.blogspot.com
Treading Water: December 2004
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Monday, December 27, 2004. Hey Santa" - by Kevin Bloody Wilson. Well things change so bloody fast. I got children now of me own. Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents. Last night when I got home. Santa claus you cunt. Where's my fucking bike. I've unwrapped all this other junk. There's nothing what i like. I've wrote you a letter. And i've come to see you twice. Where's my fucking bike. If i wanted a pair of fucking shoes. I would've fucking asked. This cowboy suit and ping-pong set. Santa claUs you cunt.
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Treading Water
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Sunday, December 17, 2006. How cool is this? Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 10:16 PM. Where is that newspaper from? SEE THE PHOTO SLIDESHOW! Amy - Requite me. Scooter - DJ Bolivia. Kelly - Looking Onward. Kaitlin - Babytalk and Sober. Kathryn - A Broken Crow. Chris and Paul do Korea. Andy - Golden Silence. Jon - Got Pye? Sean - FBI Agent Smith. Benjamin - Book of the Dead. Tis the Season The first snow fell on sackville . November seems to have sped right past me. Punctua. Im making a winter coat!
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Treading Water
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Thursday, December 07, 2006. The first snow fell on sackville last week. I made a mini-snowman. He was 1'4" tall. Then it rained. I put up my tree, while listening to christmas music from my computer. Though it's made the rounds from my uncle, to my mom, to me- I think the little tree is still doing ok. When I took it out of my parents shed where it'd been stored for the summer, there was a mouse's nest between the branches. Tis the season- Eat, Drink, and be Merry! Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:37 PM.
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Treading Water: March 2004
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Wednesday, March 31, 2004. Am i an optimist or a pessimist? I'm pretty cynical. i get that from my dad, who doesn't like to believe in anything much he hasn't experienced. I'm sarcastic a great deal of the time. I like thiking something great is just about to happen. maybe not today or tomorrow- but soon. it just will. doesn't have to be anything big. maybe the sun will come out. maybe i'll meet an amazing friend. maybe things will turn around. I guess despite the cynicism there's potential. Decmocracy a...
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Treading Water: February 2004
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Sunday, February 29, 2004. Back in the wind and the books and the cold. One more month- i can't believe it. I get excited and giddy thinking that spring might be just around the corner. And he didn't care. he didn't say how 'cool' it was, or 'fuct' it was, like they did. But the important thing was that i was wearing a tank top and sandals all day. Just think- that could be just around the corner: only a month away. Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:36 PM. Saturday, February 28, 2004. It's been so long.
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i don't wanna talk about it: 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
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I don't wanna talk about it. Sunday, October 31, 2004. I spent a good week in august sitting on the woodshop table asking. I drew dinosaurs and justified the fact that i wasn't working. not that week. i thought a lot. i justified a lot. i justify a lot. He told me not to bring sand to the beach. it sounded crass, but it's true. We've got enough sand here,. Posted by bianca : 10/31/2004 10:26:00 PM 4 comments. Tuesday, October 26, 2004. Mix together 1 c. flour, 1/2 c. salt, 2 tsp cream of tartar. I was go...
