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Wednesday February 25th 2009 and still in love with Joshua Gene Pedersen. Nothing in this entire world can keep us apart. I'm fucking happy.
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[06 Sep 2005|05:37am] |
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I seriously havent been on this journal in so long. But I logged in today and read my friends list & I got disgusted. Seriously, how can Meghan Madary be so fucking disgusting? I read her away messages "8 months pregnant and I still got game!" and her livejournal posts talking about how some dude wants to be her babys daddy. Isn't it enough that you don't know who your babys dad is? or that you fuck random dudes when you're 8 months pregnant? or that you're so horribly grotesque that boys tell you what you want to hear just so they can fuck you and never talk to you again? and be so embarrassed of doing so that they have to tell everyone how horribly drugged up/drunk they were. Being pregnant is something so fucking beautiful and amazing and this broad makes it out to be some fucking joke. YOU'RE FUCKING PREGNANT, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCK RANDOM BOYS AND SPEND YOUR TIME WORRYING ABOUT WHAT BOYFRIEND YOU WILL HAVE NEXT OR WHAT BOY YOU WILL FUCK. Seriously; spend your time thinking about what boy was sticking it to you and got you knocked up.
I tip my hat to Sandy D for being so fucking amazing about her pregnancy and doing the right things for her life and her babys. The other broads are so stupid now days. Babys having babys I tell ya.
In other news, Working and School is how i'll be spending my days. I'm re doing my house and Ashley is moving in next week. Joshua also leaves for the Army soon, along with my heart.
Come into Lonestar Steakhouse on Dix-Toledo right next to Best Buy today starting at 1 (that's when I go in) all of your proceeds will go to the victims of Hurricane Katrina.
SO LONG SWEET SUMMER.
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[03 May 2005|04:01pm] |
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popsicles and pop tarts make my world go round.
Anyway;
I live in Flatrock now with my Joshua ♥
I'm deleting this journal soon. So call me if you'd like 1-734-752-9069.
I work 7 days a week at Fuddruckers.
Thats about it. My life is a OK.
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[07 Dec 2004|06:14pm] |
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I've been beating myself up wondering why something so good, turned out so bad. I could write novels & paint you portraits, but they still wouldnt even begin to convey the kind of friendship I had with her. She was my grace, she was my heart. Every memory I have in my head of this summer is with her. I wish I knew why I say the things I say, or do the things I do. I wish I knew why I am so bitter, maybe she was right when she said "Perhaps it is her lack of heart? Yes, lack of heart; due to a young lad who's had it since the first hello a year or two ago. We can't help but let boys like him do it to girls like us. Girls like us fall in love every fucking day. It is a truly sad, repetitive manner. What else could make her so vile toward me?" Who knows. All I know is that I blame her for being so non-existent in my life, when it's not all of her fault, it's mine too. We both have our own lives to live, we both have things to do that do not involve one another. I was just too selfish to realize that. She was still there to listen, even though I couldnt see her. She was still there.
Everytime I pop The Dismemberment Plan, The Detachment Kit, or Modest Mouse in my cd player, my mind drifts back to those summer days where I was truly infinite. Those warm days when we did nothing but make eachother smile.
I lied when I told you I would never forgive you, I lied. Because I will always forgive you for everything. I want you to know that you'll always have a pair of shoulders to cry on, you'll have have someone to come to when you feel like your world is crashing down. You'll never be alone, not as long as i'm still breathing. No need for reminding, you're still all that matters to me.
those words we used to speak, still ring loud &; true. "and we'll all float on."
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[23 Oct 2004|02:21pm] |
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You all are... well, that doesnt matter. I can't think of one thing to write in here that has an significance to your fucking boring menial lives. I'm sick of this livejournal. Alas, I have another [but i'm not posting it for any of you to see.]
Have a good one, all of you. I mean it.
you will be the catch of a lifetime.♥
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[14 Oct 2004|07:11pm] |
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if your livejournal name is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mikeyj then i have breaking news for you, I MISS YOU. true story. i certainly do miss talking to you everynight. i'm awfully upset we had that falling out. high fidelity, star trek, and halo always make me think of you. i hope you're doing well, boy.
in other news, i don't ever have anything of any importance to write in this silly little box anymore. i suppose i am happy, most of the time. i adore a boy with everything that i have inside of me. in other words, i love him. school is alright, and my job is the epitome of everything that is horrible. i'm content with everything in my life right now. i feel as if nothing can go wrong. and if it does, i'm ready for it. right now, i'm strong enough to overcome anything.
last night, i reunited with old friends. i hate to say old, because i still think they're great. i danced a lot and i laughed more than i have in awhile. sara mcguires hugs are still superb and maxim is my all time favorite dance partner. i made friends again with a boy whom i havent spoke to in quite some time now, it made me happy to know he doesnt hate me anymore. all in all, last night was good. a breath of fresh air.
i'm going now, i have some reading to do. goodnight.
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[03 Oct 2004|03:47pm] |
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i'm going through this &making all of my entries friends only, and i'm removing everyone from my list. i kept those of you who i think even care what i have to say.
if you like to be add/added back you can comment, i won't promise i'll add you back.
good day to you all.
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[08 Jul 2004|11:53am] |
in an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allow each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
when the phone rings, i put it to my ear without saying hello. in the restaurant, i point at chicken noodle soup. i am adjusting well to the new way.
late at night, i call my long-distance lover and proudly say: "i only used fifty-nine today. i saved the rest for you."
when he doesn't respond, i know he's used up all his words, so i slowly whisper i love you, thirty-two and a third times. after that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
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[15 Jun 2004|02:20pm] |
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You can find me at __1945. I'm leaving this now, there is things in this journal i'd rather not be reminded of. I will comeback though, on occasion. When i think theres truly something important to let all of you know. I can't promise I will add all of you, i can't promise i will add any of you at all. Farewell, for now.
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[03 Jun 2004|10:50am] |
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i was getting sad this morning. i'm at home and my room just makes me sad. everything in there makes me sad. so i came on here and got together all of the pictures that makes my lips form a smile.</p>
( the reason i smile )
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[09 Dec 2003|12:07pm] |
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you can't read this.
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