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September 05, 2011 1:07AM

I Lose
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


I worry that I'm not enough for the cats, in that they're used to having two people around, like when I'm away at work, they have someone, or maybe I don't pay enough attention to them, and think about it quite a bit recently. They still follow me around once and awhile, like Kairi still has baths with me and is sleeping behind me right now purring, and they generally surround me while I eat, I dunno... I'm probably just being weird... yeah, I don't think normal people worry about their cats like this.


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September 05, 2011 10:51PM

Scatter
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Broken up but living with Michelle


You would think that today would've been a perfectly relaxing day, but I kept myself so busy that very little relaxing was done. I guess that's pretty normal lately... I haven't played a game beyond a few minutes of Final Fantasy Tactics here and there, I feel a bit occupied. I feel scattered, and chaotic, but still enough free time to feel lonely sometimes, or maybe lonely isn't the right word, I think... isolated may be more accurate.


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September 05, 2010 2:10AM

Bronson Sucks
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


So it's late, but not as late as the last two nights, as I figured I should go to bed earlier and earlier over the next few days to get ready for how early I'll need to get up for school.


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September 05, 2010 12:31PM

Dreamstate
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


I just had the most real feeling dream, and waking up felt so odd... left me with such strange, real feelings. It's a fucked up world in there...


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September 05, 2005 12:00AM

norma-jean
  • I lived on Grey St.
  • I worked at Stream


I'm sure this fuckin bitches name is Norma-Jean or something... for christ sakes. "What's the error code it gives you?" asked Jordan. "It don't work!", replied the retarded american. Oooh, that error code... yeeeaah, that one's real common with 'you' people. You see people, when a modem stops working, or fails at any function, it returns an error code. It actually says, "ERROR CODE: 788" or some other number. *sigh* Today is going horrible so far... Mark and I got caught taking long lunches and I can see us easily getting fired for it, and since Goga isn't in today, we won't know the true consequences of our awesome slacking until tomorrow probably. So I'm a bit nervous about that, and so far I've been getting the worst calls imaginable, although I'm sure Norma-Jean will turn out to be at least an hour long call, maybe a bit longer.


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