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sat, jan 10th, '15  ♦  05:39pm
the end


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fri, dec 26th, '14  ♦  09:34pm

we crave for what we don't have then we crave for what we once had.

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tue, nov 13th, '12  ♦  02:38am

sitting here again. crying. because of this freakin' song.


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mon, jul 9th, '12  ♦  08:33pm


how fantastic does it feel being away from this crap now?

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tue, nov 17th, '09  ♦  06:45pm

*** moving back to extravaganza ***

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wed, jul 22nd, '09  ♦  01:28pm

nana de chez mado vient de poster ça sur facebook (DEAD!!);

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wed, apr 1st, '09  ♦  03:51pm
those things i learn in school

barbaric countries may offer goats in exchange of stewardesses.

you can perform an abortion with coke.

do not offer hot chocolate to someone suffering from hypothermia – ever!

tue, mar 24th, '09  ♦  12:27am
sunday wasting time

with sebastien's bunny;

(every time i stand by the bed he'll run around me in circles. odd little thing!)

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thu, mar 12th, '09  ♦  12:40am
stranger in a strange land

tuesday 10th;

- [her]: «how was your lunch?»
- [me]: «awful. but i ate it anyway since this was all i had.»
judging from her face i guess she was expecting a slightly more formal answer.

at work people keep on disappearing never to be spoken of again. in the afternoon, a bird flies by then loudly comes crashing into my window. and my heart stops. my throat is tight and my stomach is in knots. i'm scared to turn around fearful that death might be here and if ignore it it's going to be just fine. my hair smells like cigarette and on the bus a guy twice my size chooses to sit by my side, squeezing me towards the window. and inside i feel like i could die because i can hardly bear this. the intensity. sebastien-dahlin' calling me on my cell as i'm still stuck next to that window, awaiting my nearly coming deliverance.

wednesday 11th;

she didn't ask again how my lunch was.

- [him]: «would you happen to have a cigarette?»
- [me]: «yes. but they're mine.»


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mon, feb 9th, '09  ♦  10:03pm

«no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me, and me
and this little masochist, she's ready to confess
all the things that i never thought that she could feel, and,
hey, jupiter, nothing's been the same, so are you gay?
are you blue? thought we both could use a friend to run to

sometimes i breathe you in, and i know you know
and sometimes you take a swim, found your writing on my wall
if my heart's soaking wet, boy, your boots can leave a mess
hey, jupiter, nothing's been the same, so are you gay?
are you blue? thought we both could use a friend to run to

no one's picking up the phone, guess it's clear he's gone
and this little masochist is lifting up her dress
guess i thought i could never feel the things i feel, and,
hey, jupiter, nothing's been the same, so are you gay?
are you blue? thought we both could use a friend to run to
i thought i wouldn't have to keep with you... hiding

[i go from day to day
i know where the cupboards are
i know where the car is parked
i know he isn't you]»

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sun, jan 25th, '09  ♦  03:42am
ça frouche en c*nt

sushi + krispy kreme + weed + poutine = «it's like i'm walking on sunshine!»

alwaysalwaysalways the weirdest sex talk with the gays & especially the lesbians.


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mon, jan 19th, '09  ♦  10:07pm
tiny playlist of gloomy comfort

«i know that we've never met before
but that was then, and now i need you more
taking me down off this cross
lay me down, down, down in the dust
whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd
i have no children
i have no husband
i have no reason
to be alive, oh, give me one»


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tue, jan 6th, '09  ♦  04:04am

just a moment to thank to those who replied to this, whether here on lj or elsewhere. profusely crying into my pillow last night did a little bit of good & as for the rest i'm trying to cope the best that i can.


tue, jan 6th, '09  ♦  04:01am

had my job interview monday afternoon. we were actually two being interviewed at the same time, and the other woman (a black lady probably in her late thirties) wouldn't stop babbling and babbling and babbling. which, i'm not sure why, i found rather endearing. i get so fascinated with people sometimes, i swear.

an answer should come about it later this week whether it's actually positive or negative. the pay's far from thrilling though i'm thinking it'd be nice to get it, regardless, even if just to escape from myself for a while.

fuck that movie's awesome. mom & i were dying in laughter last night.

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thu, dec 25th, '08  ♦  06:34am

i've been having a total panic attack crisis laying in bed for 2-3 hours and i can't sleep cuz my heart won't stop beating like crazy and i get hot like i'm menopausing. this hadn't happened to me in a year. not since before leaving to vegas.

f**king hell i don't know what to do!!!

i'm trying to change my mind off things any possible way there is.


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wed, dec 10th, '08  ♦  08:14pm
recherche d'emploi hell

que l'on s'entende bien ici. si je suis découragée et extrêmement frustrée, ce n'est pas du tout par rapport à un manque de confiance en soi ou quelque autre truc du genre. nay.

preuve? si j'ai attendu 1½ mois pour faire ma demande de chômage (auquel j'ai pas droit anyway mais bon), c'est que j'étais assez confiante merci.

c'est pas moi le problème, C'EST LES AUTRES;Collapse )

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tue, nov 11th, '08  ♦  06:56pm

i'm turning like wingsinthewater and going all astrology-crazy now.

but it's too good!!

your daily forecast;Collapse )

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thu, oct 30th, '08  ♦  04:42am
loans & bursary: the final act

after many many many months of suspense, either crossing my fingers or pretending this altogether wasn't happening, the wait took an end around 5am last night.

it actually worked.

i can BREATHE!

some people buy lottery tickets, i gamble with life. and in that very strange way today i am thousands of dollars richer. mwahahhaha.

if i wasn't me already i'd kiss myself.

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tue, oct 21st, '08  ♦  04:52am
mood irate

i'm going to be nice, i'm going to shush, i'm going to...

ok, ya'll know what? u-turn ahead. even if it's in one year coming.

i'm going to be nice, i'm going to shush, i'll be counting my days.

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fri, oct 10th, '08  ♦  05:50pm

new comments today;

i find it just a little frustrating how most people apparently do NOT know how to read. nevertheless, absolutely fascinating.

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