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yikes Jul. 14th, 2005 @ 09:56 am
i miss my old life.




i love my new one.




but i miss lc.

May. 9th, 2005 @ 11:33 pm
it's a boy.

what are we doing Apr. 9th, 2005 @ 10:39 pm
senseless problems


everything seams so irrelevant when you dissect it


i will wear the gold to symbolize my faith







not in god
but in humanity



perhaps that is entirely more foolish of me.... because humanity seems to be killing civilization faster than anything else;


... too bad it's not only cynicism









truth hurts
but reality kills
Current Mood: sad
Current Music: boys night out

blahhhh Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 12:51 pm
my baby is due october 4th.




maybe soon i'll stop barfing.

support for your boobs and for your sole Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 09:23 pm
nine weeks and three days













and i'm still alive

and i'm still happy

and i still wonder about it
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: the killers
Other entries
» pop pop pop exxxplode
twenty years
kinda long



nine months
not so long











i hate four letter words/// i just used seven of 'em





1.24.85
» sick camo, bro. for real.
brother came home then brother left. back to iraq. cried. my whole family did. watched him board the plane that could take him away from us forever. he walked down the little hall thing to his plane. didn't turn around. dad half carried mom back to the car. we had special clearance. military family, and all. we had to send him back to the worst place in the whole world. i fucking LOVE my family. i would kill for my brother. and more importantly, i would die for my brother. but instead, statistically speaking, according to the percentages of people in his position and in his location who are in his location for the same period of time that he is, he will die for me. and every other lousy fucking american. "support the troops"... like anyone even knows what that fucking means. you can stand by your country, you can justify this meaningless war. but you're not supporting the troops because THEY DON'T WANT TO BE THERE. ask one of them. ask any of them. they all want to fucking come home. if you voted for george bush, you don't support your fucking troops, you don't even respect them.


ask any one of them who they would vote for, if their vote was counted.


fuck this war.
fuck this country.
fuck this president.
i want my brother back. whole.
» (No Subject)
i ruin lives
like tornados and hurricanes and gunshots and ex girlfriends




loveable like cacti, that's me














i will blow you a hundred bubbles just so you can burst each and every one
» it's gonna give me a heart attack
mondays are the best day of the week //end quote





wah wah wahhhhhhhh i'm a turkey, festive and plump and rotund


and jolly



like a rancher?










numb footed this morning
but still smiling: always smiling
» email from my brother, a soldier in iraq
im glad yesterday is over
i have never experienced what those 11 bravos have, i cant even imagine direct fire
yeah i was sitting outside of our command post because our first sergeant had a private phone call and we had to step outside. we were just sitting down on the cement sidewalk , my friend browning was reading a ranger joe's magazine and our other buddy Jones was sitting with us. Out nowhere i see this big hot red flash out of the corner of my right eye, i felt the pressure change and it took the air out of my lungs...i could hear the WHOOOOOSH of shit go over my head i could see two people about the same distance from the blast on the opposite side of it just drop one of them started screaming medic a couple seconds after i was sitting luckily..if i had been standing i probably would of got hit
all three of us were sitting
that was the only one of 14 that came in that landed near us
it was damn close
i went def for a good minute
i felt it
i never felt that before
i cannot believe it ill never forget that noise that feeling
im praying that we stop these guys from doing this shit and i know we have the firepower to do it. but collateral damage is all important this time
the majority of our casualties come from a four and a half mile stretch of raod just outside of our base....
that stretch of road is out of control and the united states military cannot control it

four and one half mile stretch of road
and we cant touch it
on the news they say that the "insurgents do this " "the foreign terrorists" all these lies.....they dont just say that the entire city is up-in-arms against us ...defending their country against an illegal immoral foreign occupation
or that we are experiencing massive opposition from the general population...which is where 99% of our combatant-detainees come from


i have to go now i love you everybody ill be coming home soon
if the mortar is gonna get me it will get me no use being afraid
















***i really hope you went out and voted if you could.
» i'm a firecracker
there was a lunar eclipse last night i saw it and i liked it
i paint 8 nails gold and 2 green due to indecisiveness
i sleep more at a gross apartment than my own cozy home because i like it better there
i get nauseous after i eat mexican food but i'll still eat it because someone else buys it
i get really mad then forget why 2 seconds later
i steal when i don't need to because i am a glutton for punishment
i missed class today because i was reading harry potter and pushing skippy off the bed
i carved a pumpkin with the most beautiful person i have ever seen
i like big noses better than perfect ones (like my own)
my boobs are swollen and i like them that way
november 11th i wil go on a 10 day hiatus (or haitius, according to some)
those 10 days will be spent with my older brother, a hero in my eyes


i like trusting someone with secrets no one knows
and i like when "someone" trusts me back

i will be a ballerina for halloween and stephen will be a twinkie and that is why we are good together

the end
» youre pinching two hard
six months later


it works well for me, whatabout youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu























it doesnt get any easier than this bitches
suck it up and smile
» cold and sunny mood this fall i like i like i liiiiike
emphasize the right nouns/stress the proper verbs


delete the adjectives and you'll have the facts




wonders are worked in puddles









i'm flyingggggggggggg[intotrees]
» /your very being
sometimes nyour background vocals (DEEP IN YOUR BRAIN) make more sense than the screaming/yelling/crying voices of your conscience or maybe it's better to just go deaf to yourself


i am not your doormat ma'am and i would thank you not to wipe your feet all over my face







can't burn my face off, my skin is too pretty
what a pity
» nothing so fragile as your eyelids' flutter
you're fading
you're fading
you're fading you're fading
yourefading
yourefading
yourefading
yourfading
yorfading
youfadin
yourfadin
when does itend when doesitstart to blendinto nothing



prey for them
» the wind is like magic and the sky is falling
there's something screaming in my head

it's telling me to run away
but my feet can't move an inch









wash it away wash it away like they say









blue taffeta for the masses
» i could just snort you
because i feel so high when you're next to me.... you=cocaine, of course of course



i can put together my own telescopes, thank you very much!!!//!!

take you 7 scent refund and jumppppppp \off a cliff/



sometimes when i smile it cracks my skin


thank you i will have another
» where our heads once were is where i will be
fantastically insane, i think i would like to try on today



i fill up like a balloon when kissed under a night's sky... one littered with meteors that dazzle the eye



the only thing prettier than the sky last night was him
» hear the crowd calling out for you to leave/////bye
wrap it around a tree like i want your car to do''''settheexamplebaybee




one day feels like never again

why would i ask for this when you can give it to me for free}







twenty eight is the best colour by far


wear it like you own it\even though you never could pull that off
» kill yourself to save the whales
:::sarcasm)




bah loofah lame

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