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[07 Feb 2005|10:59pm] |
Some things just don't change.
These two need no introductions.
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[04 Feb 2005|10:01am] |
Happy 20th, me.
Many people have told me that, of all of the ages that have no significance, 20 is the worst. I'm not sure, though - it's shaping up to be an interesting year, at the very least.
I'm mostly posting this because I wanted to give early birthday wishes to Maddie, who is 16 this year. We don't talk much, I'm not sure we really even relate anymore, and I think you've long since given up looking up to me, or wanting to be like me. I want to say that I've watched you grow into this amazing, articulate, sophisticated young woman... and then, I realize that you have always been that. I love you, and I'm so very proud of you, and I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a wonderful year.
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[28 Jan 2005|11:46am] |
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It's contagious, you see. Someone asked me about you today, and I didn't want to answer them. So I smiled, and I shook my head, and I gave them a look that made them feel small.
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[28 Jan 2005|10:47am] |
Once upon a time, there was a dog and a cat. They were the best of friends. Truth be told, they drove eachother crazy, but they loved eachother.
Once upon the same time, there was another dog and another cat. They were the best of friends. Truth be told, they drove eachother crazy, but they loved eachother.
One day, when the dogs were out walking alone, they met eachother. "Let's be friends," said one dog, and they were. They played together for many days, and in the end, truth be told, they drove eachother crazy, but they loved eachother.
And so the dogs introduced their cat friends to eachother, and their cat friends got along famously. Truth be told, they drove eachother crazy, but they loved eachother.
And the two cats went on living their lives, while the two dogs spent most of their time at home being tortured artists and feeling sorry for themselves, and mostly just wondering why dogs are so stupid.
What is the moral of this story?
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[27 Jan 2005|09:27pm] |
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[24 Jan 2005|12:53pm] |
I feel guilty when I say I want you to be here, when I ask you to be here,
but I just can't help it - I do want you here, and I'm not the only one.
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[22 Jan 2005|11:20pm] |
Don't you feel like you're there?
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[22 Jan 2005|06:29pm] |
NEVER FORGET
It's a beautiful day, and definitely spring - sunny and windy.
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[22 Jan 2005|06:20pm] |
A revisit of the other night's park hijinks.
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[22 Jan 2005|02:36pm] |
I was groggy when I woke up from my afternoon nap and shambled into the bathroom, and I had to laugh when I saw myself in the mirror.
Mostly, though, I'm just a moron.
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[21 Jan 2005|11:28am] |
You're a year old, now, buddy. I know you've grown into a handsome dog - you were in August, when I last saw you. You were my handsome dog.
I hope you know I miss you, and that I never wanted to give you up...
On a completely different subject, a big thank you to Sie for tolerating/entertaining my dumbass self this morning. I enjoyed it. :)
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[21 Jan 2005|10:39am] |
I admit it, I love waking up to a phone call from Shaun or Mike. It just seems to get everything rolling properly, which is why I've been taking my cell phone up into the loft with me lately. Well, since my cell is off, I decided I was going to leave the house phone plugged in instead of doing that in case anyone called, and I went to sleep. Somehow, I managed to forget that I'm just a complete fucking moron when I'm woken up unexpectedly and, lo and behold, the phone rang at 10 am. Not realizing what I was doing, I scrabbled halfway down the ladder... and fell down the other halfway. I bashed my leg against something and totally got to the phone before the voicemail picked up.
It was a telemarketer, and they didn't even want to talk to me.
That is not my favorite way to start the morning, and I'm just going to leave the damn thing unplugged from now on.
Strangely enough, I feel better on 5 hours of sleep than I usually do.
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[21 Jan 2005|01:08am] |
Just to annoy everyone who has both of us friended, oekaki collab with Alisha. She did the lineart and didn't feel like coloring it.
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[18 Jan 2005|11:12pm] |
This is what I fear will have to leave behind very soon, now.
I will be coming back.
Can't you see that you're missing?
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[18 Jan 2005|08:49am] |
Hello, 9 AM. It's been months since I saw you, why am I awake to see you today?
I've been having this overwhelming desire to read lately, and so I've decided I'm going to do that. I've been leaving my copy of 'Shardik' around my apartment so that I read it, and I have a couple of other things that I want to re-read ('Heart of Darkness', 'Wuthering Heights', 'Siddartha', 'The Plague Dogs' [Maddie, did I send my copy of this to you?], 'As I Lay Dying', mostly Y12/AP English stuff.), but I also wanted to get a few recommendations from ya'll - any takers?
(I originally typed 'ya'll' there, and then realized how silly it looks. I considered taking it out, but I say it a lot in my speech, and I realized I'm not foolin' anyone.)
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[17 Jan 2005|03:37am] |
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I wanted to be the first to tell you 'Happy Birthday', but that would've been silly - it doesn't count until you wake up. Birthdays are silly, but I like marking their passing. Here's to another year with you.
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[10 Jan 2005|09:37pm] |
You haven't seen the sky until you've been to the desert - I stand behind that 100%. I visited the neighborhood I used to live in today, walked through the places I used to play eight years ago. They were mostly empty lots, then, and they still are. Empty lots full of trash and broken glass, but I don't think it ever really mattered much - it just made it all a little more interesting. I found the dead tree I used to hide my treasures in, and walked along the irrigation ditch where I used to swim. None of the businesses that I remember are still there, they've all been torn down to put up Burger Kings and grocery stores, or converted into check cashing places... but all of the trees I used to climb were there. It was a warm feeling, kind of like going home.
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[09 Jan 2005|05:27pm] |
A nameless little friend who has become very dear to me. She is small parts of every other character I've had... and some that have influenced me. I like her.
Early morning concept sketches, and something to show her colorings.
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