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[Wednesday
October 7 2009
@ 9:13 pm] |
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LAKERS ARE BACK!!!! WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!
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[Tuesday
October 6 2009
@ 10:39 pm] |
I just remembered--for no apparent reason--a conversation that I had with my father as a girl. It was the day of the Dole/Clinton election, and I walked to the polls with my father. Before we went, my mother gave us both a lecture on how Clinton was the best thing for this country, and if my father knew what was good for him, he would vote for Clinton, as there was obviously no other choice. My father calmly listened, taking in her point of view, and off we set for the polls. He registered--explaining to me all the while how everything worked, how people used to use false social security numbers of dead people to throw the elections, etc--and I waited silently for him to come out of the curtained booth, and we set off for the short walk home. After a few minutes of silence (my father's favorite sound), I asked him, "did you vote for Clinton like Mom asked?" He paused, broke into a smile, and said, "No. No, I didn't. She's going to be so angry."
I was shocked. "So then...you voted for Dole?"
"No..." he answered, a smile on his face, "I voted for Ralph Nader. He's a member of the Green Party."
"And you think he'll be a good president?"
"No. I don't think he'll ever become president. But in order to get government funding as a National Party candidate, you have to get a certain percentile of the votes. He always comes in just under."
"But if you don't think he'll ever be president, why did you vote for him?"
"Because...everyone deserves a chance."
I laughed. "Don't tell Mom."
He smiled again. "I'll tell her. She's not going to like it, but I'll tell her."
"But why would she be mad? I mean, it's your vote, right? You can do whatever you want with it, just like she can with hers!"
My Dad stopped then, not in his tracks, but just for a second to glance down at me as we walked. "You're absolutely right."
"Why tell her if she's going to be so angry?"
"Because she's going to ask, and I won't lie to her."
"Why not?"
a sigh. "Because I love her."
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[Monday
October 5 2009
@ 10:09 pm] |
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[Friday
September 18 2009
@ 9:36 pm] |
Sven and I today in the 3' jumpers...so fun! He was AMAZING...
<33333333
lurve
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| A text from last night |
[Monday
September 7 2009
@ 11:14 pm] |
My favorite from the last day or so:
"(716): holy crap !! There is a MIDGET FAMILY in one of my rooms today !
(1-716): How much trouble would you get into if you were to stomp down the hallway while loudly saying 'Fe Fi Fo Fum...'"
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[Monday
August 31 2009
@ 2:58 am] |
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[Thursday
August 27 2009
@ 6:21 pm] |
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(785): if i get the "i'm engaged" text one more time, i'm going to shoot myself in the face so my cats won't eat it when i die alone.
Cats eating my face after I die is pretty much one of my greatest fears. In related news, my cats really like to lick me.
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[Monday
August 3 2009
@ 8:32 pm] |
Scorpio
10/23 – 11/21
"Your first priority is to yourself. So go off on your own and leave everyone behind."
Hey, Kristie, the cosmics agree with you.
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[Monday
August 3 2009
@ 6:54 pm] |
Dear Chase Bank,
Thanks for fucking RUINING WaMu.
Love,
Kelly
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[Monday
July 13 2009
@ 7:43 am] |
hysterical text from last night (not mine, from the website):
(610): Instead of asking if I had a condom she literally said " I'm not on the pill but I'm pro choice... your move"... I'm in love
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| I miss Matt... |
[Monday
June 29 2009
@ 8:18 am] |
AK1RAO7: haha thanks. im gonna go buy me a corvette and some hookers now
AureaCherub: Hahaha make it a Harley
AureaCherub: and a leather jacket. Then go get totally waylaid with a bunch of guys 12x your size, pass out in the alley and let some transvestite with AIDS blow you off.
AK1RAO7: i wouldnt have it any other way. herpes just doesnt excite me anymore, being so old and all
AureaCherub: Understandable. With every year comes a grander, less treatable STD.
AureaCherub: They're like candles.
AK1RAO7: hahah i dont know what ill do for an encore next year though
AK1RAO7: but with any luck, ill be dead, so no big deal
AureaCherub: It'll be a rockstar death
AK1RAO7: find me face down in a pile of cocaine and some passed out escort's thighs
AureaCherub: lol if there's a pile of cocaine between anyone's thighs, if you wind up there it's going to be assumed you're rich, so that's not all bad.
AK1RAO7: thats an honorable american-dream death
AureaCherub: I concur.
AureaCherub: Actually, it would only be completely justified as such if you had previously spent your entire fortune on drugs and hookers so you were then so poor that your family actually had to take out a loan to pay for your miserably low-key funeral which no one attended except immediate family and your one best friend, who appears coked out of his head and tries to take you out of the coffin and make your corpse dance, while singing a Cobaine song off key.
AK1RAO7: id hope my strung out mistress would be there too, sobbing her eyes out and climbing into the casket with me while the preacher gives some terrible homily about the tradgedy of excess, but no one pays attention cause theyre doing lines off the hymnal and getting handjobs in the back pew
AureaCherub: Hahaha and then the rest of your old band shows up with an amp and starts singing one of the original songs, trailing off into hysterical crying while still on the mike until one of the hookers stumbles out of the bus wearing only a thong and holding a bottle of tequila, guides them all back into the bus. And your mistress climbs into the casket sobbing, then some drugged up nobody yells out something vulgar about how you weren't found between her legs, to which she slaps your corpse's face and begins screaming at you while still in the casket, the sound of which is caught in the mike your old band left and echos throughout the entire town.
AK1RAO7: hahahah
AK1RAO7: this could go on for days really. like the freebird cover my band would play as im being lowered into the ground.
AureaCherub: ahh, the things you have to look forward to.
AK1RAO7: i cant wait, getting older is sounding better and better
AureaCherub: wisdom...experiance...rocker deaths with coke and hookers
AK1RAO7: hand in hand.. whats not to like. everyone will love me, even more after im dead, and say what a kick ass person i was, eventhough i spent my last days slappin bitches, snorting K, bankrupting myself morally and financially and abandoning my family
AureaCherub: well, once you're in that deep the only thing left to do is die, it's the only way to regain your dignity. Plus you're off scot free because everyone will forever blame themselves for not stopping you when they had the chance.
AK1RAO7: yes, guilted into obligation, thats my favorite kind of pity
AureaCherub: hahaha me as well.
AureaCherub: and on that note, I have to go give your girlfriend a riding lesson.
ohhhhh Matt. How IN LOVE with you I was in college.
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[Monday
June 22 2009
@ 10:18 am] |
"Maybe it will never be like that for me. Maybe I'm not the kind of girl who inspires guys to spontaneous midnight visits and secret-message gift giving. Maybe I'm just like all the other girls who pretend they're content with this, when really they're longing for something more."
"Life doesnt give you the people you want. It gives you the people you need. To help you. To hurt you. To love you. To leave you. And to make you into the person you were meant to be."
"He treats you like dirt, you know. And I hate to see you hurt. It's only because I care about you. Because I care what happens to you."
You said you think I want someone for you who is perfect, and no one is. But that's not what I want. I mean, it is of course, but I fully realize that's an impossibility. No one is perfect, because everyone is broken. Everyone has had pieces of themselves chipped and whittled away by everyone who ever hurt them, who ever left, who ever lied to them, or died, or just wouldn't try. But there are people out there for everyone, including you, who fit into those holes, into those chipped cracks, whose strengths accommodate your weaknesses, and weaknesses will be held fast by your strengths. That is the type of person that I want for you. Someone who completes you. Not someone who makes you more fragmented, who leaves you reeling with hurt and confusion. Not someone who deepens the damage you already have. I don't want someone to fix you, because you're not broken. You're you, and what I want for you is someone who sees that, appreciates that, and wants to do just as much for your cracked and tortured soul as you're prepared to do for theirs. Because that's what everyone deserves. The right person. The person who fits their fissures. Not just the person who's willing to try and make it fit. That's how you create more cracks.
That's all I want for anyone I love.
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[Tuesday
June 16 2009
@ 6:57 am] |
You know what a really annoying thing to have a boy say is, that I've been getting a lot of in recent?
"Wow. If I weren't with my girlfriend, we'd be dating."
...what?
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[Wednesday
June 10 2009
@ 9:43 pm] |
"One day, Love and Friendship met on the road of life.
Love asked, "What’s your use when I already exist?"
Friendship smiled and said, "I'm here to make people smile when you make them cry".
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[Friday
June 5 2009
@ 9:06 pm] |
1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No'.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks—and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.
3. Copy and paste this, delete my answers, type in your answers, and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to.
( hey! It's under here. )
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[Monday
June 1 2009
@ 9:19 am] |
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[Monday
June 1 2009
@ 3:29 am] |
Regret hung from the hem of everyones lives, a rip cord reminder that
what you want is not always what you get.
At one time or another, everyone was failed by this world.
Disappointment was the one thing humans had in common.
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[Wednesday
May 27 2009
@ 3:42 pm] |
I received a letter in the mail today from my father, and besides the fact that I love getting letters and he loves writing letters, he cracks me up.
an excerpt:
"With gasoline prices on the rise again, it should only be a few years before people have to ride horses again to get anywhere. I also read that there is going to be a shortage of people who know how to run a farm. So it seems that you have chosen a profession perfectly suited for the 21st century."
Hahahahaha, God love him.
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[Wednesday
May 27 2009
@ 12:59 pm] |
Attention, world:
Food poisoning is bad. Stay away from Pizza Hut wings.
<3
Kelly
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[Monday
May 11 2009
@ 12:16 am] |
"One more disappointment and she knows she isn't going to make it. So let's make a promise; promise you won't break her, and she promises not to fall."
We all have things that come back to haunt us.
Some of us just see them more clearly than others.
-"Plain Truth"- by Jodi Picoult
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