| Pretty Eyes |
[06 Jun 2009|05:48pm] |
Pretty eyes
Black eyes set in white
The color of new teeth
Blinking at me
Speaking through pupils
Open, closed, open.
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| Personal Jesus |
[26 Mar 2008|11:56am] |
Oh, Blurty, you are still my secret place. Everywhere else too many people know me. Here now, I think I can say everything I need to get off my chest.
I am simultaneously pissed off at almost every single person I have ever known.
I have been going through it. All of my relationships have fallen to pieces. I have no friends. Well, no friend that I can really turn to, that will really accept me.
Then I have to go to Greensboro and fall for some boy. Some boy, in Greensboro, who is ten years younger than me and has no idea what he's gotten himself into or what he's exposed himself to. He is everything I want in a boyfriend. Young, sweet, cute, hardworking, funny, and I am sure that I am nothing he would desire if he knew about me. The whole truth.
Why do I do this to myself? I swear I should just chemically castrate myself -- I'm kind of over sex most of the time anyway -- and go become a fucking hermit. Maybe take my cats and live off donated canned goods in an abandoned army bunker on the coast somewhere. To simplify things.
"No, I will never tell you what I know. Now, it is my misery; then, it would be yours." --Tiresus, Oedipus Rex
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| He is everything I want in a boyfriend. |
[25 Mar 2008|03:40pm] |
He meets the shallow criteria: young, cute, masculine.
He meets the professional desires: owns his own business, moving towards homeownership.
He meets the decent human being standards: not tied up in nightclubs, takes care of his mom, loves his family.
Yes he is 2000 miles away, I have seen him all of twice, he's probably got wild oats to sow and is not thinking about me like I'm thinking about him.
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| HI BLURTY |
[07 Feb 2008|10:51am] |
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It's been a long time. I've missed you. Anybody still out there?
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| Hey |
[25 Feb 2007|07:58pm] |
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test entry.
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| Still around. |
[05 Jan 2007|11:40am] |
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Just checking in here every now and again so they don't close the account or anything crazy like that. --Stroll
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| Hello Netherlands Visitors. |
[19 Apr 2006|01:56pm] |
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Were are all ya'll coming from?
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| Psst... |
[26 Jun 2005|07:58pm] |
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I'm over here now.
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[08 Feb 2005|03:55pm] |
My best friend was fired from our workplace today.
Funny, we always thought I'd be the first to go...
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[19 Dec 2004|03:54pm] |
Hello to anyone who might still be checking this.
I am alive and well, though the well is questionable. Right now I am at my school in what I like to think of as my own little private office working on essay questions that are due Tuesday, and then I am done for the semester. Actually, I'm coming here to continue avoiding working on those fucking questions. When I got them on the last day of class, I glanced over them and had one of those moments when you realize, "I should have paid better attention."
So things are hectic and overwhelming with Christmas coming up. I fly home to the Motherland on Tuesday, and I've been trying to get everything in order, though procrastination has been my downfall. I have to get my house clean before the cat-feeder comes. I have to do laundry as I have been wearing the same pants for three days now (and I have a ton of clothes, so it has really gone too long with the laundry avoidance). I have to finish these questions. I have to work Monday and have an important doctor's appointment afterwards, which I might reschedule, though they will be pissed since I will do so on the day of the appointment, especially after the secretary called to confirm on Friday.
In other news, I applied for a new job with my employer, as a writer for one of the units. It would fit me perfectly as it has to do with theology and ethics, both of which I am pretty knowledgable. However, the support staff union-like thing that negotiates our contracts held a meeting and we had to give up a little in order to get a little more. The job would be a promotion to "executive" level and I'd no longer be a part of the union anyway. But, as they are having trouble with the budget this year (not uncommon in non-profits) there is a "freeze" on jobs until at least May when they get it worked out. I'm trying not to get my hopes up anyway, because I have continued trouble with lateness which has scarred my record there, not to mention my job performance is not up to snuff according to my supervisors.
Going home is always stressful, and for seven days I will be at the mercy of my parents who still think I am fifteen years old.
Next semester I only have on class to take and the one after that, I will write my thesis. My favorite professor agreed to be my advisor on said thesis, and she was very complimentary in her email to me though I sometimes think that she, like most people, suspects that I am mildly retarded. Perhaps I am.
More later, perhaps.
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[28 Oct 2004|10:00am] |
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Taking a sebbatical from Blurty. Will return in a few months, if not less. :)
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[25 Oct 2004|01:14pm] |
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Ashlee is the victim here!
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| How dare you question Ashlee's artistic integrity!!!11 |
[25 Oct 2004|10:40am] |
I rarely get to watch Saturday Night Live, but as luck would have it I was watching when the Ashlee Simpson lip-syncing fiasco happened. It was somewhat painful to watch but I couldn't look away.
Scatty Arbuckle happened to be visiting at the time, and he immediately accused her of being on drugs and then openly hoped that this mess would destroy her "career".
While this is very funny and ruins all those tons of street cred she had, I agree with others who have said that what really sucks about her is that she blamed the band! You never blame the band you little bitch!
FURTHERMORE, why has no one addressed the crime committed against her by her parents? Who the hell would spell it "Ashlee"?
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[17 Oct 2004|07:32am] |
I just got home and, suddenly, I am overcome with worry.
I have so much to worry about. And no solutions.
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[15 Oct 2004|09:34pm] |
I Know
by Stroll
You did not care to know
about the ticking noise from my gut,
or my love for darkness.
You did not ask
about my birth from pure blood
or how I grew like poison ivy
from an apple seed.
You'd rather study
with a different kind of teacher.
Learning, from me, was a lasso
around your head.
I knew it all about you,
with your toys and bicylces,
your motor vehicle (a status symbol).
Here though, I was mother's milk.
Independece is easy to proclaim.
I was Mary, and I pushed you out
when you grew out from no filthy act,
though all my acts are filthy.
I'm sure now that I've checked
with my bones and crystal ball
that all I ever wanted
was not to want to have it all.
I will take my money.
I will take my pride.
I will always wonder
why you were by my side.
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