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I've been thinking about writing in here more frequently,
but thinking about writing in Livejournal again is akin to thinking about walking back into an ex-lover's embrace...
one who was mildly interesting but sort of smelled faintly like shit and piss.
I don't know.

Dearest Livejournal,
if but for a moment
I forgot you
and your melodrama
even existed.

To update:
I'm going to MSU in the fall.
Have a new car I paid for with my own sweat and tears.
Looking forward to a better summer,
although it is lonelier today than yesterday.
I have a road trip involving awesome people
to look forward to
and lots of screwy Michigan weather.

Take care last fellow live-journalers.
I can't wait to get rid of this thing some day.

Things I see on the side of the road while driving in Metro Detroit:

-hubcaps
-shoes (usually one shoe, not the pair)
-empty cardboard boxes
-telephone books
-dead raccoons
-dead sparrows
-dead skunks
-dead cats

You belong to love as wheels belong to roads,
as grapes belong to the blossoming of taste,
as corn belongs to crows,
as shadows belong to the ache of heat,
as happiness belongs to the capricious pangs of the soul.

I'm going down to
Fort Myers
before and after
March 12.

I'm going to Detroit's Dirty Show tonight.

FUCK

College college. Should I go to Chicago? New York? Florida again? Stay here in Michigan? Shit.
I want someone to spin me around and push me off into a direction.
I just want to be surrounded by music and life and creativity.

P.S. I underestimated the power of old mixed-cds and tapes.

man alive

Interjection, usually followed by an "unbelievable" event
Drunk brother: Man alive, did I have to shit!

Me: Congratulations. Now die.

I'm nervous.
I find out if I stay or go tomorrow.
I just want him to go to jail.

I miss laughing at workout videos with you.
I miss singing to paula abdul with you.
I miss your stories when I hadn't seen you for a while.
I remember the feeling that I would never be a good enough sister for you,
I wasn't popular or very cute.
I hope you are doing well and safe and happy.
Happy New Years.

I've got the blues.

christmas time and another blizzard.
already shoveled the snow twice and have to do it a third time.
i helped someone out of a ditch of snow on the on ramp to 94.
i tried to strangle my brother and have to grocery shop and present shop still.
i wish the holiday was over so i could sled but overall
i am happy to have every one together.

I am feeling panicked.

Determinism.

Another kid died today, I almost didn't make it to work
and I got into a terrible fight with our fake christmas tree.

I just want to tuck my tail between my legs and give up sometimes.

Somebody,
just understand me.

We went through pictures, lots of pictures. They are still all over the living room. I apparently was always naked with my bajingle hanging out all when I was little. We also found pictures of Gato when we got him on my birthday in CT. He is so big now!

I am so tired.
I have a metallic taste in my mouth.
My face itches.
The road froze tonight.
I miss my brother.
I miss my sister.
I don't know why I write in here anymore.
It's retarded.