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I'm sorry xanga. I think I'm going to leave you for tumblr. |
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| I know I've said this before, I probably sound like a broken record, but I do dislike my neighbors with a passion. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and slowly drift into a gently slumber, but nooooooo... I have inconsiderate neighbors. I really just wanted to sleep too. I'm thinking of reading more 'Ham on Rye' or finishing the film 'Lust, Caution'. I envy those that are asleep right this moment. |
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| Feeling better. Mmm, chilaquiles con huevo y aguacate. Yay for avocados. "In Ghana, it's often eaten alone in sliced bread as a sandwich." (via Wikipedia, lulz) That reminds me of Marlyn. I can't wait to see her.
Current addictions: french films (just watched Russian Dolls, and I loved it), making smoothies, braids, 8-bit covers of Weezer?!, tumblr, organic homegrown tomatoes from the backyard, and Tao Lin!
I'm sorry xanga, but I think I like tumblr better. Follow me if you have one!
I miss youuu.
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| As my little limbs are sprawled across my bed I think to myself that nothing can fill this void. Apathy has once again consumed me. My smile is nonexistent. I can't cry. I'm not angry. Just a blank face. I don't feel much of anything, but I want to. I don't remember the last time I cried. I mean cried to the point where my eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down my chubby cheeks. Was it last August? Was that the last time I felt this empty? I want to cry. I want to feel something. I want to talk to him so I can get all these questions that are swirling around in my head answered, although I'm not sure if he'd even talk to me. I guess it's just one of those days. Summer blues; I blame it on listening to Billie Holiday for the entirety of this day. I want school to start so I can bombard myself with so much schoolwork that my mind won't have time to wander aimlessly. I want need some ice cream.
"I would give anything to be able to read your mind for a day. Then I would go back through your memories and see what you really felt about me. It kills me not knowing. I miss you." -Blogsecret |
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