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September 23, 2012 8:32PM

Living Regrets
  • I was dating Bekki
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


My life can turn to shit in a blink of an eye. It's not that my life is shit or any such thing, no, it's rather a combination of about a thousand things that's making stress levels extraordinarily high, energy very low, motivation nonexistent and I just feel like laying down and giving up. I know that I've written it before, and I often wonder to myself just how many times I'll write it down, read it over and ask this same question?


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September 23, 2011 1:14AM

Our hearts are, they're so deceitful, Sick and filled with lies that lead to death.
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


It's a nice revelation as I chat with a friend and I'm asked how things have been, if I've been having an easier time, and I go to respond and realize I can say, "yeah, today was a good day." I'm kind of lost within a bubble of safety, where I pretend that nothing else exists except things that make me happy, and it's safe to say that's mainly playing Disgaea 4, but I can tell that something in my head has clicked, at least for right now, in that I'm super energetic and creative... and yeah... I know what that means, but I'll pretend like I don't. It's better... much better than the last week, because at least I can still sedate myself when needed, to counteract the side effects.


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September 23, 2010 10:52AM

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


So I spent a good deal of yesterday working on a visual redesign, and I'm going to spend a bit of today working on a bit of a behind the scenes clean up as well. Over the years my website has gotten really unorganized, so I'm basically shoving all of it, every single file, into one folder and that's that, forget about it, it's there if I need it, but otherwise, I'm starting fresh.


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September 23, 2008 12:56PM

It's a day off!
  • I lived on Grey St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


Work went well yesterday as it was a pretty relaxed day, so I wasn't stressed out or upset or anything. It went by quickly, and there isn't really anything noteworthy to mention.

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September 23, 2004 12:47PM

Jay Jay Laari's Wonderful Horrible Life
  • I lived with Ben on Cartier
  • I was with Emily


Lately it seems I?ve been unable to come up with new, creative or even acceptable ways to begin my entries. I always seem to draw a blank when it comes time to actually start the typing. I mean? when I?m relaxing, be it in a bath, on the bed, or even just sitting in my chair, the thoughts as to what I can write, the words I can use and exactly what I want to talk about flows into my mind, circulates, inspires me and is generally not a problem to come up with lengthy topics to speak about. Then comes the time when actually putting these thoughts into words comes and I draw a blank. There are countless things inside of me that I could type about; that I could release onto this pathetic palette, and yet I?m stuck sitting here, unable to even type a first word. To anyone that has read this for any amount of time, or anyone who knows me at all, you would know that I am never short of things stuck inside of my head that I want out, but have trouble transferring that information from my brain to my finger tips. It seems to plague me each night, and it never seems to go away; I try and try and yet no matter what I do, the problem endures. I have found fuel for my fingers however, which once the ideas start flowing, it will keep it going; my sleeping pills; but they don?t help it begin, only help it continue. Well? I suppose that was an adequate introduction, I guess I?ll get into it now.



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