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[10 Feb 2006|03:02am] |
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Why are first times so bad? Is it just the inexperiance, or is it something else?
Pain:
Pain can be sexy, it can be a drug. Pain brings us closer to life, and at the same time death.
When I feel pain, I feel alive, I can understand death, I can lose control the easiest, and maintain the strictest control. Pain is the blade on which you stand between the now, and the evermore.
Pain can dive you. Pain drives me.
Suprisingly this is not a meloncoly, depressed, or angry post. Just thoughts.
Arggg, deadjournal get a spell check feature.
Sleep
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| Spell Check |
[10 Feb 2006|12:12pm] |
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Just Got Up...umm Guano Apes (a real band) |
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Well, thanks to my friends I have been informed about 2 things. One: a dictionary that I have stored in a warehouse in Colorado. Thanks Clint!
And Two: A downloadable something. Thanks Jess!
Clint I have never been good at looking things up in a dictionary. Namely because I look up one word, then read another, and another, and soon I am no longer writing but reading. Dictionary's are murky time traps that I dare not tred.
Downloading is, I guess my recourse. Scuttels away to find something to download......
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| Slip Sliding Away |
[10 Feb 2006|02:09pm] |
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Paul Simon, love his voice |
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I got mail.
No money or ATM cards, but bills, and bank statments.
I got invited to join the National Scholars Honor Scoiety. Interesting. I still haven't checked my grades from my last semester of college. I guess I did ok.
We got no MONEY, we got no JOBS, our pets HEADS are falling off!
Time for work...more overtime here I come!
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