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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: March 2005
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Thursday, March 31, 2005. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. After today, I will no longer be a mousy redish brown headed girl. Nope. No more of that for me. Today marks the first day of my blonde highlightedness! This could be earth shattering, this could be monumental to my life! Hes deep and thoughtful, and we just connect. Its strange. Maybe I should be concerned, who can connect with my neurotic ass? Me: Hey girl, what’s up? Olivia: ugh. nothing. Olivia: ...
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: July 2005
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Thursday, July 14, 2005. Buena Vista Social Club at the Park. Next week is Slovenia. Im totally there. BTW, the band was great. Here is their website. Apparently the percussionist (drummer just seems too harsh here)is from LIC, they had a different bass player and he was great. Red headed guy sitting there singing Spanish songs. He announced he was from Brooklyn. Dont see him on the website, though. Posted by Jessica @ 11:32 AM. Wednesday, July 13, 2005. Karl Rove fucked ...
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Restless: 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005. The song plays on. We know the words by heart. It’s rote. That’s the problem. We know it by heart. You think that would be good. But the expression is misleading. You leave some, you meet others. Words exchanged, traded, bartered scraps on the floor, losing lottery tickets, chips of dry paint. You hear that song, years later. You still know the words. You don’t know these people any longer. The music burns. The words were swept away and discarded long ago. We use words to cover u...
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: September 2004
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Friday, September 10, 2004. When all is Said and Done. I got sick. I really got sick. Like as in my stomach turned and I was going to throw up. I couldn’t do it anymore. My life was flashing before my eyes like I was on my death bed. DO I really want to get married? Do I really want to marry him? Do I really want to spend my life with someone who I dont even know if he lied to be about a tumor? Can my feelings really come back? Posted by Jessica @ 1:01 PM.
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Restless: 04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005
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Saturday, April 30, 2005. Condiments of the Heart. Salsa is one of the two greatest condiments in the world. It goes with everything. It can be a salad dressing. Put in on any meat. Vegetables. Cheerios. And it’s not nutritionally wrong; it’s pretty non-descript. The second, of course, is vodka. Which, when used with a diet soda, such as Diet Coke, also is fairly nutritionally void. Yes, I am rationalizing alcohol consumption based on lesser-of-evils comparisons. And yes, I know, vodka is not. It’s been ...
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: September 2005
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Tuesday, September 20, 2005. Ok Im double posting today because I need help. People, as I write this, my mother is cleaning my apartment, starting with my hallway closet. WTF? Next it will be my bedroom and she is running spybot on my computer! Please for the love of god people, help me! GOD EVER since I was little, I cant get away with shit. You know what this means, right? She is going to find everything. EVERYTHING. Posted by Jessica @ 11:33 AM. Are you angry at me?
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: April 2005
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Thursday, April 28, 2005. Fuck you too, Osama. I am positive that I saw Osama Bin Laden on the BQE yesterday on my way to Brooklyn. He was driving a Subaru. AND to top it off, they were doing random check points by the exit and no one even STOPPED his car! I almost hit him while trying to merge into the right lane, and he gave me a nasty look! Well, fuck you too, OSAMA! Im telling you, I wasn’t the only one who turned my head! 2 The entire Male Species- please see above.
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own: May 2005
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The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. I know I know, naughty me, its been a while. So I decide that I need to have this certain coffee table at Ikea. A certain model. So, I do a search on CL for this table, and up it comes, and I realize this person is also selling a futon, a table and chairs and the coffee table, and another Ikea chair. From the three stooges looking back at me. Sharp objects and hair dye should be removed from my home every week before my period. Friday, May 06, 2005.
