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[03 Apr 2007|11:46pm]
you know you have a problem when your mudlounge tabs for the month of march are equavilent to the amount of rent you pay. 
omg. srsly.
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[01 Mar 2007|02:35pm]
let's just say i'm a bit crushed that i won't be going to this.    http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/41483/Dismemberment_Plan_Reunite_for_Robbins_Benefit
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[13 Feb 2007|09:24am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Does anyone want to go to the police reunion tour with me????!?!?!?!?!?!!

07-02 St. Louis, MO - Scottrade Center

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today [23 Jan 2007|09:57am]
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just two things [23 Jan 2007|09:21am]
[ mood | awake ]




you figure it out.

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[23 Oct 2006|10:10pm]


i am coming to visit you! 
i will be in arizona november 17-21st.
you better be ready to give me some of your time.
i want to hang out, eat at great places, see what you've been doing, go shopping, look at mountains,  take pictures in photo booths, and meet all of your friends.

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[06 Sep 2006|11:42am]
[ mood | lighter and lighter ]

sooooooooo, yesterday after my pretty great morning (see last entry) I finally made a trip to the open door. i can not even tell you how awesome this place was or the woman who owned it was,  but i did get some chairs and jewerly. NOW THE KITCHEN IS PERFECT. (minus the tape player) After visiting with friends, gettting mail,  going to cd wearhouse, and the laundrymat;
will, ty, and alyson introduced me to my new favorite bar and no, i won't tell you the name of it. SO HA.
we talked about when we were kids and dads catching puke and sat on the patio and made plans to go camping.
then i came home and alyson and i talked (probably about boys and vacations) at the kitchen table.
this is the closest i have felt
 to how i want to feel
that i have had in a long time.
thank you.

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oh my beloved alleyway [05 Sep 2006|11:40am]
so, this morning, i made coffee, turned on the attic fan, and listened to joni mitchell while sitting on my kitchen table.
i wish you could join me in my kitchen.
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[11 Jul 2006|12:28pm]
my dad came to visit. i made him coffee. he wanted to know where the "real" sugar was. he liked our apartment and it made me feel proud. he took lots of pictures with his camera. i told him about a bad dream i had about mom and it made us both sad. he did an impression of an old man dancing that made me laugh. he showed me alternate routes to and from work on his missouri state map.
it was a good morning.
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it's sooo hard being jen cosmo [02 Jul 2006|12:57pm]
[ mood | you tell me ]


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[27 May 2006|03:05pm]
[ mood | you dont know me ]

can i say god damn?

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[21 May 2006|11:47am]
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[10 May 2006|11:13am]
[ mood | i hate everything. ]

this is the only thing making my day better.
but why do i have to wait til july 25th?!

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[02 May 2006|01:37pm]
[ mood | cha cha cha ]

does anyone make mix cd's anymore?

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[01 May 2006|04:29pm]
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[04 Apr 2006|05:09pm]
i want everyone i know to see this!

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i don't fucking care if i'm loudddddd [24 Mar 2006|12:54am]
[ mood | STFU ]

i don't even know why i am a registered morawk.com user. everytime i am there, i just get pissed off. why do people find me so annoying? is it bc they aren't me or can't have me?
the anwser: HELL YES

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[11 Mar 2006|12:00pm]
[ mood | ready. ]

i got new tennis shoes.
i'm starting to not feel like myself anymore.

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[09 Mar 2006|07:51am]
[ mood | sentimental. ]

it finally rained.
i slept with my window open.
good morning.

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again again again again again again again again again again [01 Mar 2006|01:19pm]
[ mood | everything ]

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one.    It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

(swaying over her
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
which whisper
This is my beloved my

                              (suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

-e.e. cummings

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