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Wed, 24 Oct 2007 21:58:21 GMT

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:58:23 GMT

hello kitty cake.
princess cupcakes.
creme brullee frappe.
chai tea lattes.
bought a dope winter hat.
walks to the river with chris.
photoshoots with chris.
meeting paloma.
walking down the railways with chris.
being in the basement of the coffee house.
donating $$$.
on the set of a movie.
fake snow & snow machines.
finding my new favourite store.
chris is my photography friend.
who is buying me tickets to emily haines.
i love him!
wishing to be with all of you.
phonecall & he makes me smile.
tomorrow's my birthday.
& what I see as a really good day.
i'm not even going to bother to wear blush.
you make it au naturel.

Kendra was the birthday girl too, we double-partied.

Chris, Kendra, myself.

Chris, me, & a delicious cuppycake.

Kendra & slutface.

Jenna, birthday girlll, & Erin.

dope hat telephone calls.

chillen.

chris is a studmuffin.

chillen downtown.

telephoneeeee.

tha best of tha best.

gateau.

cutzzz.

group.

being happy.

& again.

our beautiful cake.

I don't remember what I wished for.

basement photosh00t.

oh cupcakes.

LOL I FEEL BAD CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS.

coffeee.

rachelllllllll.

B-bear. I'm really just, so about tomorrow. Kind of want to hold your hand as the train travels through the tunnels like blood does in veins. I can't wait to run into your arms & be able to say that this is somehow worth it through the nostomania & homesick disease. You take that away. I want to hold on to you as an effort to keep warm, despite winter jackets & hats & mittens. Nothing better. I wasn't really looking when I found you. We talk everyday. Repeat of last year, watch me go all out for grad gifts. City by city to find you some book that's gathering dust on your shelf. I kind of miss him. Forget about him, it's about the local lust. I want to sit on the grass & hold onto your arm & watch the river as my head tilts onto your shoulder, cradle baby cradle. I'll keep on smiling, kiss me now that I'm older, I won't try to control you.

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 20:44:46 GMT

Two hours later, the medicine is the same as the disease. This is perfection. This is admiration. This is beauty. This is failure. This is happiness. This is sadness. This is loss. This is the prettiest form of loneliness.

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 18:35:46 GMT

I don't think I've ever let anything ruin me as much as this has. Destruction & devotion at their finest. I used to be happy, healthy, kind & everything that I'm currently not. I'm not happy. I'm not as healthy. I'm not as kind. I've been less considerate of other people lately. It's just natural now. I used to want everyone to be happy. I still do but now that stereotyping has invaded my brain, I cancel people out, I hurt them in my mind without telling them, & I think about how lifeless they are when in fact, I'm so lifeless. All I drink is tea, over & over again, five or six cups a day. This shouldn't matter half as much as it does. I shouldn't be crying everyday about how much I'm going to miss someone who makes me feel this badly.

blackbears
this is a new start.
rid from the bones.

Sat, 10 Jun 2006 20:08:04 GMT

I advise you to take a look at this journal, it's dead. I can't stand the person I was when all of this was written. I can't look back at this at all, it's all gone. I don't want to remember how I felt when it was all based on my stupid loneliness & hopelessness in all that was all I really wanted.

blackbears

you don't have to add it, don't preach about how I have 3185929593 livejournals, just add it. It'll be good, the username is so good.