Thursday, December 2, 2004

Man, I hate being sick. I don't wanna smoke, move, or even fuck. I've discovered an excellent rpg, World of Warcraft. Simply spiffy game. Also a time drain. Four hours can go by quite quickly. Found out something nice about the world, responsible people still exsist. Amazing. My car is being repaired at almost no cost to me. All I have to pay is the cost of the tow. The tranny and manpower is being covered by the jackasses who fucked it up in the first place. My puppy is doing much better since she had her surgury. Even walking on her newly mended leg. Almost makes the cost of the thing worth it. I need to get health insurance for my pets. That much for such a simple operation is riddiculus. Even better news then the last two items: Jared asked me to marry him. I accepted. Actually the whole situation is a tad more complex then that, but I don't really feel like explaning. All in all, things are okay. Still looking for a new job, but I'm positive I can get one soon. Time to go play some more WoW. Later

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Monday, November 15, 2004

I realize that I haven't posted in a while. Deal with it, you retarded flunkes o' mine. So to start off this post, I would just like to express my wish for a winning lotto ticket. That would really make my day (hint). My car has died, yet again. The tranny decided that approximatly 5 days ago would be a good time to bite the big one. Poor baby is going to need big bucks to repair. Again. Stupid fucking car. My dog, Maddie, ripped the ligiment in her hind leg. She had surgury. The cost? $2600. Sigh. I'll be paying this off for a while. Lost my job. Nearly a year and half of service, and they fire my ass. Fuck them. Jared is mine. Completely. heh. later goobers

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

I love him. Really, truely, and honestly. I can't picture life without him at this point. Odd. My Mother is doing better, she is out of the hospital, and being the bitch I'm used to. My head hurts, more later.

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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

My Mother is in the hospital right now. On Monday, she collapsed and couldn't get up. If I had not have been there, she would have laid on the ground for hours. They don't know what is wrong. At first we thought it was the new medication she was taking. But now that has been ruled out. They're talking about tumors and shit. My mother is never going to get better. The next person who complains about stupid shit to me is going to get fucked up.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Met a new guy, name of Jared. It is quite possible that I will never meet another individual I relate this well with. He and I have the same mind-set. We are both into the same shit, and hate the same shit. It's really kind of freaky. There are only two things I can think of that we differ on: He loves tea, I hate it; he likes football, I could give a damn. Other then that, it's like we were formed from the same mold. Don't know where I expect this relationship to go, but I hope it lasts. If nothing more then a friendship. It's cold; I wish I had a bigger sweater on. My fingers are going numb. I am really, really tired. Work/school/play really takes it out of a person. Sigh. At least I don't feel like inflicting harm upon myself right now.

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Friday, September 17, 2004

Update

I am now taking applications for the position of "boyfriend". If you think that you have what it takes to fill this slot, give me a holler. But don't expect much compensation, this is on the Internet, after all. Anyway, more on the big fucking tree on the middle of my chest. The tops of the branches can be seen over most of my low cut shirts, and the roots circle my belly button. The middle branches hug the two wolf paws on either side of my boobs, and spread around the left over flesh. This tat took about 2 1/2 hours to complete, with only 2 breaks. One as a smoke break, and the other was because the artist's girlfriend stopped by. Oh, yeah, it didn't hurt one fucking bit. After a while it ached, but it never hurt. Suck on that you fucking pussies. I need to get laid. That would solve all this useless tension right now. Oh, sure, I could find a one-night-stand, but I'm too lazy to look for one. Meh.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

New Tattoo

Got a new tattoo, a great big fucking tree. Right in the middle of my chest. It looks nifty as hell. This keyboard sucks, I'll write more later.

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Monday, September 6, 2004

Several weeks ago, I marked myself again. I had thought that I was over all that shit, but I was lying to myself. Call it the lesser of two evils, if you please. Everything was going great, work was fine, and school was okay. Then I got home. Both my mother and father decided to take out all of their frustrations on me. I didn't bother yelling at them, just let them rant and rave while I stood there and cried. After they were through, I grabbed my shit and left the house. I went to a little isolated lot and sat there, tears running down my cheeks. Eventually, I realized that I was muttering the same four words over and over. "I'm not going insane, I'm not going insane, I'm not going insane...” As I sat there, I ran through all the shit that happened. None of it made sense. I began thinking about sleep, how nice it would be to escape it all. Then, before I could commit the act, I began putting cigarettes out on my left wrist. After about six of them, I felt my precious self-control returning. I could now face my parents. And I did, and I still live. The only people who could understand suicide, are the people who have considered it. It's not that we can't face reality, it's that we already have. Life is all one big fucking game. Why not just put it back in its box? Do you honestly think that life will get better? Really? It won't, same shit, different day. The scars I own, the ones that I have created, are testament to the shit that I have put up with. The fact that I am alive, are due to those scars. People look at them with fascination in their eyes. "What the hell happened to you, girl?" "Life." And they look confused. The answer does not fit the question in their minds. They walk away scratching their heads. Matters not. One day, I'll get away from this bullshit. I don't have to live with my folks forever. Already searching for an apartment. There must be someone out there who can deal with me. Shawn and I are over. Why? Because I freaked him out. I don't understand. I have always shown my true self. I don't hide. Why is he freaked out now? Well, fuck him. He just can't handle this. And you know what? I don't care any longer.

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Friday, August 20, 2004

Just got college classes today. Taking my basic ones first, seeing as I have no clue which major I want. Spent damn near $500 on it. Other then that, nothing new to report. Laters

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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

On a milder note

This is not the only place that I visit when online. Another of my bases of operation is at VampireFreaks.com. If you're curious about who I am, and what I look like, you can find pics of me here. http://vampirefreaks.com/profile.php?user=IceWolfEyes Oh, yeah. This invitation is not extended to the fucking morons who are disillusioned with life.

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