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Name: Emily
Birthday: 4/4/1988
Gender: Female


Interests: your mom, your cat, afghanistan though I have never been there
Expertise: stalking?
Occupation: Student
Industry: Government


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AIM: SpAztheweezel
MSN: Hiddenshadows04


Member Since: 3/3/2004

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Monday, May 02, 2005

It's been a little less than a year since i have last posted in this; and quite the year it has been, I can't even go into it. It's been life changing, (like most years that pass by) but it's amazing just how much has changed.

I didn't really have much to say when I got back on, I guess I have been a member for 425 days which seems like quite the feat indeed.

I dunno, happy first of may. it is snowing like crazy still and this boulder town is just a beautiful snowglobe.


Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Its a day, I tell ya. I am at Emily's house and I plan to stalk her to her work and watch her tae tickets from people and force them into the correct parking places. I miss my Kizmo so big
anyhow,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,emily needs to get xanga so i am not alone


 I'm going to New York, August 3rd....


Monday, April 26, 2004

Life sucks.  But I think we already knew that.... Sorry I havent been writing in here, preoccupied with LJ, I guess..I dunno.... yeah I am done.


Sunday, March 21, 2004

I dont know why. I am going to New York tommorow and I am drowning in inevitable sadness. I think it was last night that set me up, I had a fucking terrible breakdown in front of a thousand or more Persian strangers at a Persian New Years Celebration.

I dont know whats wrong. I feel disconneted, I feel like I cant see Dad without turning around in Shame. I feel like the plane trip will never end. Like I will never actually make it to New York this time. Here is some shit I wrote in the middle of my breakdown.. when I couldnt talk.:

"There is nothing I am blind I cant see there in nothing tap tap tap tap tap clang bash I'm not sad nothings wrong nothings wrong and I am just floating and dying and I dont think I'll be here tommorow. I dont know why but something is going to happen and I have no clue what or why I dont feel anything tonight because nothing exists and nothign is here and I am sorry I dont know what it is.

WE'RE ALL JUST TOYS IN A FUCKIGN TOY BOX

The ceiling is reflecting something through the gaping holes I dont know your daughter is insane and lack of innocence fucked up mind control. I cant see anything away not and ROSES and tulips and I am going CRAZY with damn this NOISE NOISE NOISE I need a wall to fall into and never come back cant be here and I am not. Am I dead? Or is there nothing to hide how and when this HERE IM I5."

No Clue. Why.

 

Signing off. Love.



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