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| 10:12pm 12/09/2002 |
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Anyone who's not already in on it, check out our new Black Nova Traders game at www.cyberspacecentral.com/games/blacknova, it's really cool! Read the FAQ first!
And if that's not enough BNT for you, join the game @ www.ps2replay.com/BN/blacknova. It's a bunch of people from the cyberspace central game and about 140 others, but you can recognize us because we're all in the Cyberspace Central alliance and have the same names as in the other game. (I'm veruca nebula :Þ)
Awwwwww...geek out! |
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| 11:22am 10/09/2002 |
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mood:  rushed
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Yesterday was a long slow fall from perhaps-managed chaos to a complete concession to the whims of fate. I'm supposed to manage the projects, but the projects managed me. There were two people missing, but I still felt like a loser for having a whole days worth of jobs still not logged in at 3:00. Then Eugene comes in like "it's not that bad" while I was like, drooling on myself. He's like my work-soul-mate.
So I feel the overwhelming desire to update even though I should be leaving the house right now, and I want to bite people for looking over my shoulder. I was waking up Ian this morning and he was half-asleep and he said "Shut Up." Then he told me I was real. But a lot of people are real today (as opposed to evil), he must be in a good mood. |
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| 01:32pm 07/09/2002 |
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mood:  amused music: washing machine, typing, and a toy crane
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| arising from my stupor |
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| 12:58pm 07/09/2002 |
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mood:  awake music: Black Velvet Flag - Institutionalized
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well, I have finally recovered from Thursday night! It was fun, but having to get up for work like 2 hours after I crashed and haul my ass into work still sort of drunk and then going from drunk to hangover as the day progressed was petty dreadful. But I'm proud of myself for being so tough and for not puking.
So this is how crazy am I - let me counnt the ways (I'm not crazy - you're the one that's crazy)
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| craikey |
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| 01:12am 06/09/2002 |
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mood:  bouncy music: apoptygma berzerk - bitch
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I just realized big shoes make your butt look smaller. |
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| housecore |
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| 03:42am 03/09/2002 |
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mood:  lazy music: dirty three- some things I just don't want to know
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Stayed home all day with sick kid. Felt a little sick here and there, or maybe just lethargy overwhelming me. It's OK though, sometimes downright relaxing, especially as busy as I've been lately. Hung out with goodfriend last night and goodfriend seemed pretty normal, but I'm still sort of worried, hopefully the worst is over now. It's so frustrating when you can't do anything to help someone you know is hurting; When you're not even really supposed to know, what can you say?
Saturday night was really fun, especially when they played Magic Man :)
OK time to lay down again. |
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| what the hell is quixtoxic? |
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| 01:04am 29/08/2002 |
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mood:  bitchy music: ozzy - crazy train
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\m/ \m/
I love ozzy
all aboard...ha ha ha ha
um, haven't been doing much but working and leeching (you can be one of the fakes and the quacks and the riff-raff - she's honing her leechcraft). I want to go out tomorrow nite, but I don't know if I can spare any cash. Guess I'll know tomorrow. It's so funny how you don't realize you're addicted to things, like our router died today and I was like Oh my god, I have to read a book or something? Shee-it. I'm a homocidal maniac in the morning and then I get my coffee and I'm back to just plain maniac. I guess there is drama in my life, but it's crappy drama like with people at work - "she's trying to destroy me!" and then it's like who really cares about that anyway? Single people are so lucky because they get this pretty, romantic view of love because they're not with anyone and they think it's cool and a big deal. I miss that. Love is a fascist ideal. So much of life is wasted pining away for "love", fuck that.
All that I have is this dull paring knife
Peeling potatoes the rest of my life.
Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best.
I carry candles with pains in my chest.
Face tied together with three-times-used string
Follow me see what I mean.
Fixing a fencepost or feeding a cow
Twopenny saltlick I never ask how
Animals like me though folks turn away
I like the pigeons I like what they say.
We come alone and leave alone and look the horse in the mouth.
We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south.
By the side of the stump where she told me thises things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
By the side of the stump where she told me these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wints
She's fallen father than featers tat float in the wind.
I saw a wishing well down by the stream
I never understood what wishes mean.
Just ask for nothing you get what you get.
I asked for something I've not got it yet.
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| show me a memory, and that's where I long to be... |
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| 11:04pm 26/08/2002 |
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mood:  thoughtful music: rasputina - sign of the zodiac
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ok, everyone's lj's have gotten me sorta bummed.
This weekend business at the coop was painfully slow, but I don't feel discouraged. We got some calls today and I think we can keep on and build a rep. I think we made an organized effort and worked great together and I'm proud of us. We were ready. I feel like we're building - slowly right now, but we are growing.
Friday night was awesome. I usually get sketched out at Chuck E Cheese; It was much better with the troops there. Still there were some mulletly moments, but we escaped unscathed. Then we went to be proto-goth and drink chartreuse and dance all clumsy. I was pretty drunk, I kept stumbling and bumping the bench but it was fun.
I use my dress to wipe up my mess/You know I care less and less what people think.
Urg,I have to go to the grocery store. Kill me. |
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| new tori! |
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| 06:37pm 23/08/2002 |
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mood:  giddy music: Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale
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I love her! I love her!
--Almost Famous
Can't wait to drown my sorrows tonite. It rules when anger passes by like a rainstorm. If only sadness would do the same.
Ew, was that goth? My bad. |
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| fucking hostile |
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| 04:42pm 23/08/2002 |
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mood:  angry
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I can't believe the bullshit I go through in this house.
All I'm trying to do is open up a port for a peer-to-peer on our stupid router and this asshole changes the password in front of two of our friends. What total manly-man cock-swinging bullshit! It's bad enough I need my own room, but now I need my own DSL line and LAN!
laugh it up, asshole
too bad you changed root password on your own machine and not the router
too much testosterone clouds ones thoughts |
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| all nice now |
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| 07:31am 24/07/2002 |
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mood:  hopeful music: the washing machine and jeff mumbling
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feeling home-y here
As far as the coop goes (not coop as in chicken), well everything is ready. I hope it's like the Hologram's first performance and people turn their heads and run to us and we win the battle of the bands and all... I wonder if our competition will turn out to be aggressive like the Misfits or lame like the Limp Lizards (the Limp Chickens, in this case). It's a shame because I love chickens and I still harbor thoughts of getting a guinea hen for a pet, but obviously it won't work in my current neighborhood.
I think Fwug is back at school and I can't wait to talk to her, I feel sooo bad being so out of touch with everyone these past few weeks (months?) what with losing Fwug's address and my cell phone dying. But I have a new one now, still I'm about to be in the midst of orientaion blitz so we'll see how hectic it gets - hopefully, a lot.
Well, I'm off to work. You gotta love a job where the uniform includes a baby tee |
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| I knew all along |
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| 05:52pm 23/07/2002 |
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mood:  thirsty music: down - ghosts along the mississippi
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