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Name: Emily
Birthday: 2/6/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: coloring books, Disney Sing-Alongs, collecting bugs, sleep, volcanoes, Dirty Dancing (the movie, not the action), paperweights, candy hearts
Expertise: fire safety, changing tires, maintaining curly hair, dirty dancing (the action, not the movie), peanutbutter&jelly, appraising rare miniatures
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  djritzcarlton
MSN: djritzcalrton
Member Since:
10/24/2004
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| Why do I even still have this?Honestly, so I can keep track of Ian.
And write things that people on facebook/myspace won't be able so see.
Unless they're subscribed to my Xanga.
This is awkward...
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| PeachySweet God Almighty what am I supposed to do now?
I could drink more.
Or.
I could cry.
I could write shitty love songs.
Or find someone with an ear drum and a pair of hip bones.
I could make a playlist that nobody will ever hear.
I could write a really vague Xanga entry.
Or maybe I'll just go to sleep.
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| gravity got you good
I walked away pretendin' not to know you
And I hoped that you were still out cold
And I thought of the time you said I was your favorite
And that I looked like just like a holiday
Ferrau says my lips make me look like I'm always upset. Joel says I'm most attractive when I'm pretending to be mad at him. I like the feeling of a hand on the small of my back. Greg thinks I have attractive collar bones. And these empty compliments are what keep me putting lipstick on every time I leave the house. I wonder if that's what people mean when they make mention of the "sins of the father." I'm doomed to thrive on masculine attention because once upon a time I went from being loved too much to not at all. And now I think I'll kiss whatever lips come close to mine.
And now no matter what I try
I'll end up black and blue
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| now, voyagerLast night I kissed a boy who I've had a crush on for the past three years. Then I pinched a nerve in my back. The two aren't connected in any way, of course. Those were just the highs and lows of the evening. Ian and I watched Now, Voyager starring Bette Davis last night. It was good, and there was one part in particular that made me think of all the Sad Sallies I've ever met. A fancy man is writing a letter home to his neglected daughter, and it reads "All people are lonely sometimes, and some people are lonely all times." I guess that's just the way of the world. Some people refuse to let themselves be happy, and I'm getting tired of trying to convince them otherwise. I'm staying with Ian until he moves. There's lots of leftover lasagna and chicken in the fridge. Come visit us. | | |
| nature boyThe man who works at the internet store is named Parish. I think that's a really nice name. Unless, of course, it's spelled like Perish, in which case his parents must have had a really wicked sense of humor. I ate half of a blueberry muffin and now I have heartburn. I don't even want to think about the results of total muffin consumption. This is my second good hair day in a row. If only there was someone worthwhile to see it. My boss has a file labeled "fuckstick" in her personal records. It's dedicated to her husband's first wife. A direct quote from my older, wiser coworker: "Do yourself a favor. Never get married." The environmentally safe PureLight bulbs are only $2.25 each and they last for years. And they more closely resemble natural light. I don't understand why more people don't use them. I'm a Satin Nickel girl. Polished Brass sends chills up my spine. | | |
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