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I've been climbing trees, all my life. But not trees near overhead lines. Because if you touch one of those lines, if your weight makes a branch touch one of those lines, that electricity can come right to you, and that can hurt, it may even kill you. And climbing utility poles is really dumb. And remember, always look up for climbing, and please, stay out of trees that are near overhead lines.
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[09 Feb 2004|11:21pm] |
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Wow...whatta day.
=)
First of all - I took the day off, which was brilliant. And needed. Went to the doctors - everything checked out normal. *grin* Well, as normal as possible. Cleaned the apartment, watched some tv, cleaned some more, went shopping, bought a vibrator, watched the Mummy Returns, ate 3 oranges, found some dresses that I really really really really loved, AND - I talked to Damian. Here's where the exciting stuff comes in.
Okay, little history - Damian works for a scrapbooking company (gag) where he designs various stickers and scrapbooks and logos and the like. Very girly stuff. Luckily, he's been on the college/military end of it - so he gets to keep part of his manhood. ANYWAY - a few months back, he came up with an idea for the military scrapbooks - to make them all old-timey and antique'ish. Very dark, very creepy, very Damian. WELL - his boss wouldn't have a bit of it. Said that wasn't what the company was about, yadda yadda yaada...right.
WELL - low and behold, on a trip to Target, none of the bigwigs over there liked any of Damian's boss's ideas..so what does she tell them? His idea. They loved it. Said they needed it. Do it. So it was done. AND! *drumroll* We found out today that HIS line, the one that HE designed all by himself....is THE top seller of the ENTIRE company. Through the roof. Completely unexpected. Selling like wildfire.
=)
So, what does this mean? Well, possibly a raise for the Big D (if they're smart), but even better - he's got numbers. God, I hate looking at things all business like - but it's the truth. He could be the best artist in the business world, but if his work doesn't sell, big fucking deal. But it does! And he's got proof now! a;sidfua;lekrua;fliuelrkuae I'm SO excited for him! *does a dance* I'm just about out of my chair at this point.
OH! AND! *lowers voice* shhhh...don't tell anyone...but Ralph Lauren and DISNEY have approached Damian's company, asking them to work on their products. aloicuearlkau;lciuearlekrj!!!!!!! DISNEY. Damian has wanted to work for Disney since...god, a child. This could be a way in! *sighs and smiles*
I'm just so happy for him. And I know this is long and i'm sorry, but....fuck. He deserves this recognition. And he sure as hell isn't going to give himself any, cuz he's just not like that. I know I'm biased, but he's soooooo amazingly talented. *smiles* I love him too much.
Okay, rant done. Thanks for listening. =)
<333333
*small squee of joy*
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| Does excreting green poop mean I'm horny? |
[03 Feb 2004|09:54pm] |
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So yeah, diets...whoa. Sooo not used to this whole 'eating things that are good for me' thing, but I'm thinking it's a good change - so I'll stick with it. I haven't stuck with much anything lately, excluding Damian and smoking...but I'm addicted to those, so I doubt they count. :)
It's working, though. Which...yeah...is pretty amazing. :):) I'm gonna have to get my ring re-sized here soon. Woof.
Oh yeah, that storm of the century that I was mentioning? YEAH. Didn't happen. Got a lot of slush and a little bit of snow, but hey - I now own a shovel. No complaints on my end.
The green poop thing? Yeah. Yeeeeeah. It's a bit freaky. Not that you all want to know the intimate details of my bathroom life - but there you go. They told me that it's because of all the herbal supplements that I'm taking, which is all fine and dandy...but MY POOP IS GREEN. GREEN. As in, not the color it should be. At least it's not a gross color of green, like pea soup...more like a hunter green..almost a spinach green.
Yeaah...
Just call me Popeye.
<333
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[30 Jan 2004|09:49pm] |
Hey crazies...
I'm sorry I haven't been on like..at ALL this week. I'm on this new diet-program-thing that's been kicking my ass, and I've been falling asleep around 10pm lately - mostly from having to get up way earlier than usual. Anywhoo - point of story - it won't be like this forever. I'll get a schedule going where I can actually function properly - this is just a short-time thing.
I love you guys TONS, and I'm hoping that I might be able to be on later tonight - if these caffeine pills keep me up through all the "winter storm of the century" preparing that I have to do tonight. *growls* We're supposed to have like..anywhere between 1 to two feet of snow here soon...like...sunday...and I need a shovel like nobody's business. Plus tons of other supplies. God, am I rambling? Yeah.
Anyway...
See you all soon!
Love you guys tons!
<3 x infinity
~Moi
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[27 Jan 2004|12:54am] |
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So my friend Brianna shared with me this rad site last week. Apparently, you can go to the website and create your own font. Your own handwriting can become a font. How flippin' amazing is this? I mean...yeah...that's pretty amazing. =) It tickled my fancy, anyhow.
So, in honor of our good friend Jay's upcoming birthday - (Happy Birthday sweets!) I share with you all...THE FONTIFIER!
www.fontifier.com
So yeah, here it is. Use it to your hearts content. Be creative! Leave your mark on the world! Well, at least...leave a mark on your computer. *g*
<3333
~Moi
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| My kingdom for a horse. |
[20 Jan 2004|10:59pm] |
Fucking christ what do I even put here?
Hi <-- a start
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. <-- getting there
I'm sorry. <-- closer
I'm really sorry. <-- almost there
( If you want to hear more... )
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[20 Oct 2003|02:15am] |
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A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks at the biggest, meanest one in the face and says,
"Went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is a fine looking woman!"
The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker, and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says,
"I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!"
The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad, but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says,
"I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!"
At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders and says,
"Grandpa, you're drunk....... Go home."
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[17 Oct 2003|12:25am] |
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Pixel, I love you. I trust you. Whatever happens, please know that. I was wracking my brain tonight and yesterday...trying to make sense of all of this. Trying to put pieces together, forcing them to make a picture that I could finally understand. They just broke apart. I'm tired of trying to make it make sense. It won't...ever. Because death can't make sense. All I can do is trust in what I know. I love Holden. He was one of the best friends that I could've wished for. He was one of the brightest lights I'd ever come across, and he's made a bigger mark on this world than he could ever comprehend or admit to.
After people pass on, that's when the stories come out from my experience. People crawl out of the woodwork with their own stories, memories...turning the individual who passed into more of a legend than a person. What puts a smile on my face, is the fact that Holden managed that same feat while he was still with us. Not that he meant to, it was just who he was.
I could go on and on about how smart, funny, caring, loving, brilliant he was...but I'd be preaching to the choir. If you knew him, you know this already, and would probably do a better job at it than I am.
I always thought, ever since I was old enough to think such thoughts, that I'd be able to tell when something horrible was going to happen to the ones I loved. Like a pain, deep inside me would act as a warning..giving me the chance to get to them before it was too late. Because that was the way it happened in all my favorite stories...and I was convinced, if the bond was strong enough...I would know.
There was no warning in my gut, no ominous feeling, no fateful sign from above. Just a little window on my computer screen telling me everything I didn't want to hear. Not like that. It couldn't have happened like that..not after everything..it just wasn't possible. I didn't want to believe it..that something so completely random could just come up and snatch away something so precious. I knew there were a lot of elements working against Holden..a lot of things that as hard as I tried, I'd never truly be able to protect him against. But this..from within..I still can't put into words how heartbroken I am. I don't think I will ever be able to.
As I was sitting under an oak tree outside my friend Justin's house Wednesday evening..unable to drive and just waiting for Damian to come and show up..a thought hit me, and I really hope this doesn't offend anyone - but this is just how I'm dealing. I suppose it does make a bit of sense, his irregular heartbeat..because his heart was anything but ordinary. It loved too much. It felt too much. It forgave too easily. It was everything a heart was meant to be, but very rarely ever found.
The phrase, "too good for this world" has come to my mind on several occasions, but I always pushed it away because I hate that. Maybe I'm just being selfish, but I could've standed him to be in this world a bit longer...even if he was too good.
I wish I could say that the worst is over, but I don't know that. What I do know, is that we're going to need eachother...I know that I'm going to need you all more than ever before. I was trying to think of what Holden would've wanted for us, what he would've wanted us to do. I won't pretend to know his every wish or intention, but I think he just would've wanted us to go on loving eachother, and never forget to take good care of our socks. *smiles* And I think I can do that.
I love you all so much.
2:13, hotpants..I won't forget. I won't ever forget again.
( bits and pieces of some of my favorites )
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[01 Oct 2003|12:17am] |
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It's been so damn long, I don't even know if I can write anything in here. Either my fingers are that out of practice, or I'm feeling extremely guilty and no amount of words seem to be enough. *thinks* Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of both, eh? Either/or - here goes.
( here goes )
So yeah...there's my sob story. Not a lot of sobbing, really...just some irritating excuses for my inadequate psyche.
( On a happier note )
<3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 x 30 for all the days I missed.
~Moi
<3Holden <3Pix <3Ana <3Doris <3Mo <3Mistee <3Dana <3Jay Thanks guys. *sniff*
P.S. AFI FOR JAY =)
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*cough cough hack hack WHEEZE*
Goddamn. Sickness sucks.
Hello and hey there. Sorry I've been all AWOL on you guys, but making it to the computer took more energy than I could manage. *mentally hugs you all* Sounds like some crazy shit has gone down while I was away. =/ No good. Not good at all.
I think Damian updated you with the important things...new job...sickness..I love you...all that...right? Yeah. What he DIDN'T tell you, and what's been eating at me for the past few days, is the fact that...well...here. Lemme tell you.
A few nights ago, we were in the car on our way back from meeting with my aunt and uncle and cousins and shit (Victor says hi, btw) and we were talking...about.....marriage. *gulps*
And I started asking him questions...like if he had a plan for the proposal, and he does, apparently. *laughs* SO I asked him summore questions...and long story short - he's going to propose within the next 4 months. I don't know when. I don't know where. But he's got a plan, and this is really happening. I'm going to be getting engaged within the next 4 months...and then married probably within a year after that.
*dies*
Do you have any idea how fucking WEIRD this is? I mean...engagement! Marriage! House! Kids! FUCK! This means I have to grow up...and become responsible...and pay my taxes...and oh my god I don't know what to do. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M DOING IN MY SPARE TIME?? *breathes* I'm reading MODERN FUCKING BRIDE! *dies again*
I'm picking out color schemes...and dresses...and flowers...and...and... a;lcija;selciause;lraind;claiseu;acls,iemna;rlieau;clieau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*small voice* My father's buying me the Idiot's Guide to a Perfect Wedding.
*faints*
And you know what? I'm actually really fucking excited about it. *smiles*
<3
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| I taste good. My mom told me so. |
[13 Aug 2003|08:21pm] |
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Right. So today I had a REAL job interview. (Not like one of these fake ones running around...you gotta be wary of those. *shifty eyes*) And I think it went well. *grin* She told me she couldn't find a reason NOT to hire me..so they just have to do a background check, and she's gonna call me back in a week or so.
*jumps around and breaks stuff*
I'm so fucking excited, I can't even tell you. =) I'll be done with Starbucks, FOREVAH. And that's a hell of a long time. ADT should prove to be..1) better 2) paying more 3) exciting and 4) I get to buy computers at COST if I'm there for 6 months. *GRIN*
Life is good.
But for now, I'm off to the barren wasteland that is Wichita, KS. *shudder* Gonna see the grandma (my dad's mom) and see what she's up to. *waves a flag* Whoo.
I wouldn't be so down about it, except that WICHITA sucks my non existant dick. F0r real.
Alright - I'm out. I'll be back sometime tomorrow night. =)
*snogs all the crazy monkeys*
Love! <3
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[06 Aug 2003|11:34pm] |
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I don't even know what to write right now. I'm smiling too goddamn much to think.
I love you Holden.
I love you Pix.
<33333333333333
I'll see you both soon. :)
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Babble babble, bitch bitch, rebel rebel, party party, sex sex sex and don't forget the violence...blah blah blah, got your lovey dovey sad and lonely...stick your stupid slogan in...everybody sing along...
The.Drama.Must.STOP.
I have SO had it up to here with Starbucks...and Sam...and Dennis...and EVERYTHING. Fuck all this. I'm leaving. I'm finding a new job. Fuck it.
*flips off Sam*
Fuck you and your smug selfish grin when you waltzed right back into your old job. FUCK YOU. You mindless, igrnorant, babbling whore! asjdasldkncmasoicnaea;sodiaus;elkan~!!!!!!!!
The day I take an order from you is the day I dig my own grave.
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This is a segment of a conversation that I'd like to put in a HP fanfic...though i'm not quite sure where to put it. It's been running around my brain for a while now..so I thought I'd share. Feel free to tear it apart. *grin*
( Tension Abounds )
I wish I didn't write in spurts. *grumbles* This fragmented style of composing is really starting to grate on my nerves. *kicks self* I need to go to bed.
<3
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| I'm just a visitor here...I am not permanent. |
[01 Aug 2003|01:56am] |
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Today was interesting.
My four favorite people...well, four OF my favorite people might/are/soon will be fired from work. *sighs* It's kind of complicated - but from what I understand, my boss is going to start his own coffee shop. *smiles* In late September or October, it will open - and 3 of our prized barista's will be leaving with him. Well - that was the plan. Unfortunately, word got out, and our general manager got wind of it...so now, my boss is definitely fired (due to things surrounding the new shop) and the 3 barista's might be. We're not sure yet.
*sighs*
They were the only reason I was sticking around Starbucks as long as I was...and now that they're going to leave...so am I. There's no point to my staying anymore - not really. *smiles* But it's okay...I think this is the cosmic boot to the head I was needing. I need to get a new job, anyway. I've been bitching and moaning about it for months.
The only reason I might stay longer than a few weeks is Jeanne. She's going to be alone during all this chaos...and I love the girl so much, I'd hate for her job to be harder. But as soon as I find a new job...I'm gone. No more. Finito. Bye Bye coffee land.
On a more pleasant note - I found this ad.
MISTRESS MAYA'S
Feitsh inferno boy toys & pain
sluts get on your knees &
prepare to beg!
(816)842-8208
Heh
<3
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[30 Jul 2003|11:59pm] |
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In every life, no matter how full or empty one's purse, there is tragedy. It is the one promise life always fulfills. Thus, happiness is a gift - and the trick is not to expect it - but to delight in it when it comes, and to add to other people's store of it.
What happens if too early we lose a parent? That party on whom we rely for only everything. What did these people do when their families shrank? They cried their tears, but then they did the vital thing. They built a new family - person by person.
They came to see that family need not be defined merely as those with whom they share blood, but as those for who they would give their blood. It is in that spirit that we offer this heartfelt toast. ~ Charles Dickens
Cheers, my lovelies. <333
~Moi
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The funniest thing happened last night.
As I was driving home from Justin's, I stopped at the gas station I always stop at to get some juice. The usual graveyard guy wasn't there, but his boss was. We got to talking, and I asked what happened to the red-head guy. Well...
Apparently, a couple nights ago, this guy had smoked one hell of a joint, because it made him pass right the fuck out in the middle of his shift. He was on the floor, behind the counter, snoozing like a baby for like, 5 hours. Meanwhile, the customers that came in started stealing shit. Drinks, food, cartons of cigarettes, ALL the porn. The place was practically empty. And to top it all off, when the big boss man finally got there - it took him another hour or so of shaking the dozing boy to finally wake him up. So he's fired, obviously. AND, he is now responsible for paying for everything that was stolen.
And the moral of the story: Those lucky bastards got free cartons of cigarettes! Pffffft
I have to be at work in an hour or so. Yay for Starbucks. Pfffft
<3
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[23 Jul 2003|01:24pm] |
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Alright, first off - Jay, how fucking DARE you leave me with this bitch! She's gone for a week, doesn't leave me jack shit for food, chains me up in her closet...okay, that wasn't so bad...but she expected me to clean whatever I was closest to. -lights up- Sure, she brought me some more cigs, but I'll be a goddamn pansy if that makes up for it. You better be back soon, or there won't be anything left of this...Moi. -snorts- What the fuck sort of a name is Moi, anyway? -puts cig out on her desk- You better bring me back something from Boston, too. -flips off the screen-
- Hollywood.
P.fucking.S. - I heard you and Dana hooked up in Boston. -delicious smirk- Got any pics?
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