| A Bad Day |
[11 Jun 2004|03:55am] |
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So my little sister decided to drink enough vodka to nearly kill herself today. Her blood alcohol level was way up, like 4.68 I think they said. She's only sixteen and already turning up to be having alot of problems with drugs and drinking. I feel like I've failed somehow. I'm supposed to protect her. If I can't keep her safe, then what the hell am I here for?
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[25 May 2004|05:53am] |
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| metallicaangel is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested. | N
POISON |
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| UCAUTION | | IN THE INTEREST OF SAFETY IT IS ADVISABLE TO KEEP MANDA AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAMES. |
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-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
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boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
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HAR HAR
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| OMG I'm tired... |
[25 Apr 2004|10:56pm] |
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None, the familia be sleeping. |
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TyeSanafar [12:31 AM]: The world doesn't need to know, but I do.
TyeSanafar [12:31 AM]: I don't have an imagination D:
Jillinthemox [12:32 AM]: LoL. Yes you do...Okay...how about this... I'm sucking on a giant, long, juicy, cylindrical....hot dog....because I'm damn hungry. =P
TyeSanafar [12:32 AM]: That'll do :D
Jillinthemox [12:32 AM]: Heh heh heh...for now, anyway.
TyeSanafar [12:32 AM]: I'm hungry too. :O
TyeSanafar [12:33 AM]: For now? :O
Jillinthemox [12:33 AM]: Ha ha ha
Jillinthemox [12:33 AM]: Yes.
Jillinthemox [12:33 AM]: For now.
TyeSanafar [12:33 AM]: Well, duh, after you're done with the hot dog... you'll be full..
Jillinthemox [12:34 AM]: *blinks* Hee hee hee
Jillinthemox [12:44 AM]: *fornicates* Wheee!!!
TyeSanafar [12:44 AM]: Oh yeah! The big words increase the orgasm!!!
TyeSanafar [12:45 AM]: :D
Jillinthemox [12:45 AM]: Yaaay! Super 'Gasm!!!
TyeSanafar [12:45 AM]: What's better? A super 'gasm? Or an orgasm?
Jillinthemox [12:46 AM]: A 'gasm is so great, you can't even say the whole word, so Super 'Gasm.
TyeSanafar [12:46 AM]: I want me one of those! :D
Jillinthemox [12:46 AM]: *gives*
TyeSanafar [12:47 AM]: *is pleased to the point of no return*
Jillinthemox [12:47 AM]: Yay!
Jillinthemox [12:48 AM]: Oh, what wonders I can show. =P *feels like a super sexy yoda*
TyeSanafar [12:48 AM]: Like what? :P
Jillinthemox [12:49 AM]: *shows wonders, and they are sexilicious*
TyeSanafar [12:50 AM]: *enjoys, but hates his lack of an imagination* :)
Jillinthemox [12:51 AM]: LoL.....If I were to speak these wonders out loud, the Pope would beat me for forming a better religion, because, baby, I'll make you see God. =P *falls over at her own corny pick up lines*
TyeSanafar [12:52 AM]: That's the best pick up line (and first) a woman has ever used on me, haha.
TyeSanafar [12:58 AM]: *rapes*
Jillinthemox [12:59 AM]: *screams....IN EUPHORIA*
TyeSanafar [12:59 AM]: *rapes more*
Jillinthemox [1:00 AM]: *morphs into her final form of SEX GODDESS MANDA vr.5.008*
TyeSanafar [1:01 AM]: Sure, that's waht they say about EVERY game. Final version. Pfft. There'll be another update tomorrow.
TyeSanafar [1:01 AM]: But for now...
TyeSanafar [1:01 AM]: *enjoys this version*
Jillinthemox [1:02 AM]: *is better than the porn on Consumption Junction*
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| I'm such an idiot. |
[20 Apr 2004|08:13pm] |
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Plain White T's - Please Don't Do This |
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It's too hot here in this house. I took a cold bath today, and stayed under the water, with just my mouth out to breathe. The attic fan made a rumbling sound, that with my ears submerged sounded like something large thundering my way. With my eyes closed, it was easy to lose myself in the sound, letting my imagination paint a picture of myself standing on a barren plain, the wind moving my hair back from my face. Just over the horizon line, a shadow formed on the yellow grass, and a large group of horses was running at me. I took a deep breath and started to choke, and realized that I had slipped underwater without knowing it.
Huzzah for almost drowning myself.
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| Whoo... |
[17 Apr 2004|03:30am] |
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I hear footsteps, and her smoker's cough starting up. I'm about to get yelled at again for being on the computer all night. What else am I supposed to do? There's nothing on tv, and I have no desire to play video games tonight, so what the hell else? Oh, yeah, that's right. Housework. Well, tonight I straightened up the kitchen, and did a load of laundry, and kept the living room straightened up. If that doesn't make her ass happy, nothing will.
I want to talk to Daniel. I want to go see Kill Bill Vol. 2. I want my truck to work. I want to be sick. I just want to much, I guess.
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| Play that violin, Jesterman, I used the bow to peirce my nose |
[17 Apr 2004|12:30am] |
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Rise Against - 1000 Good Intentions |
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The madness is rolling
Ever harsh and controlling
Her pretty colors terrify me
The hatred can't be stopped
It took over when the ball was dropped
Just a scream in Times Square
I am floating to be pulled under
Your precious locket torn asunder
My disease could not come from your womb
Mother, Mother why did you turn?
I am Witch for you to burn
As your spiteful words become Home.
Fuck her. I don't need this. Fuck her and her perpetual bad moods and that stupid little truck. I'm going to get out, break free. I don't need Teresa, or her shining blonde children.
I've come up with a couple of theories of why she hates me so much.
The first: I've got black hair and brown eyes and a tan, while Kari and Ryan are blonde haired blue eyed pale faced little waifs. I look insanely different than them, and that reminds her that I'm not from her womb. I look like my mother, who she hated. I was 4 when she married Dad, and knew well enough to tell that she was a horrible woman. I was old enough to dislike her, old enough to know the truth behind her kind words and pretty smiles. I was old enough that I remember the beatings and the bad words, the screaming and the poison.
The second, which may as well tie into the first: I'm not 10 years old anymore, and she can't beat me like she did then, so she moves to her best subject; verbal abuse.
Freedom is so close I can smell it. Please, Nissan, get fixed for cheap so I can be moving out June 1st!
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