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| 08:14pm 26/10/2008 |
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mood:  okay
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My bro has influenced me to listen to NPR (national public radio).
I love learning all the little science discoveries.
Like how a university study has revealed that singing "staying alive" while giving cpr greatly increases the patients chance of survival.
read on friend |
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| 06:05am 27/08/2008 |
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music: mary, mary so contrary -CAN
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Burgers and fries.
Organized lies.
No more cheesy rhymes, promise.
Lights reflecting off my pale skin, blinding all those around.
Friendly neon glow speaking for corporate news take over.
One shining star glowing for every America.
Shining for the CNN corporation in glorious red, white and blue.
Fluffy chocolate and vanilla cupcakes with red, white, and blue icing.
Red covering over the gray colors of a local sports bar.
Lines fed to staff over tastings of food.
Food flown from New York.
Made by a chef flown in from New york.
Served by real servers being fed lines by really professional servers.
(for real really).
Made in a real grill kitchen, by a real grill chef, in a completely disorganized mess.
Just like a real Hollywood production where the soul is taken away from the production and replaced by empty lines said by cardboard characters.
Is this the way America wants to be run?
To be fed thoughts by a news station too afraid to speak the truth?
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| fate? |
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| 12:36am 23/08/2008 |
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mood:  contemplative
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Fate was something I rebelled against as a kid.
I thought if there was something that was meant to happen, you could do whatever it takes to stop it from happening.
Even if you try to stop fate, fate will still happen.
( yes fate ) |
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| 05:29am 19/06/2008 |
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mood:  depressed
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Black and blue pens flowing over green paper.
Thumping sounds of the type writer beating against the back.
Orders summed up in three little abbreviations.
Frantically pulling numbers together in my head.
Awaiting deep night to go and party with friends.
Bodies grooving seductivly against the rhythm.
Free flowing limbs and conversations with friends.
All those side dishes and side plates erase as good times ensue.
Music turns to crap. lights brighten. crowd eases it's way outside.
Conversations in cool summer nights.
New romance? new friend? hell, new lover?
Brain gets random.
Sleep ensues. |
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| 10:35pm 17/06/2008 |
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mood: okay
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Water droplets soaking into strands of hair.
Fingers digging into black plastic, becoming callused with each backward movement.
Plastic wheels rolling against metal in one fluid motion.
Eyes gazing into hundreds of little office windows.
Each movement forced out of a tired body.
Wasting precious brain time to look thin again.
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| Love letter to you that I'm too pussy to post anywhere else. |
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| 07:56pm 03/06/2008 |
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mood:  disappointed music: tupelo honey - van morrison
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Watching as the city lights sparkle in your eyes as we stumble into a car.
Hearing the sweet and cool sound of Sinatra as you flip bottles about behind the bar.
Smelling the aroma of green tea in the morning as my head spins.
Feeling the undeniable chemistry draw me to you.
Sharing a decadent mac and cheese with you
Thinking maybe I'll see you again. |
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| da band |
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| 01:11am 19/09/2007 |
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mood:  ecstatic
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Jay's band played tonight.
They rocked it.
I took some pictures.
Friends showed up.
It was awesome. |
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| global dimming? |
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| 10:05pm 13/09/2007 |
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mood: contemplative
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Article about global dimming documentry:
read here
Mother nature must be smarter than we could ever imagine.
Of course, this is all an illusion. |
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| what a sadistic fucker |
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| 02:51pm 26/06/2007 |
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I read this on craiglist:
"STOP TROLL STOP!!!
When I go out to eat, I love to cheat the waitress. I act as if everything is going great. My girlfriend and I work the waitress hard, make a lot of demands. But we act all cool...and the waitress thinks everything went great. Then, when we leave, we only leave a tiny tip. Last week the bill was $42, and we left $3. We peeked in the window and saw the waitress start crying. My girlfriend and I were laughing histerically. We've done this countless times. then we go home smiling and laughing."
Someone said you can judge a date by how they treat customer service staff.
scary person if this rings true. |
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| the upcoming election |
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| 03:02pm 01/06/2007 |
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mood:  relieved
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I found a good site to research candidates for the upcoming united states presidential primary election.
Here is the site:
Project Vote Smart
I also found out that ANYONE can register for office:
Check out this guy: Jackson Kirk Grimes. |
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| 01:02am 05/05/2007 |
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mood:  happy music: winds quartets-t rex
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chocolat_muse is now lost_the_key.
I'm not a muse and I'm not very chocolaty
Have a wonderful day my friends. |
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| why would anyone read this or write it |
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| 02:29pm 24/07/2006 |
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The whole internet journal/blog thing is everywhere now (not to seem ultra hip, because it was everywhere when I started mine, now it is even more pervasive).
When talking about this in the physical world with some friends it was brought up about why anyone would want to share their personal issues with a bunch of people. Granted blogs/journals are also used to promote art and opinions.
Most of my personal journal content is my day and issues. I've read other journals and it is similar.
This long intro is for a simple question; why?
( read on friend ) |
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