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Tuesday, December 18, 2001 | 12:15 a.m.

way of the stick!
... from kick-ass sabrina.


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Monday, December 17, 2001 | 11:38 p.m.

claus.com
i found it through matt's diary

Wingd (well, i used my real name on site)
Nice, with a few exceptions. Needs to be nice to everyone not just friends. Could try a little harder when things are tough. Good sense of humor. Made list last year. Needs to be good all December.

... hmmm, so looks like i deserve to get my minidisc player.


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Monday, December 17, 2001 | 10:53 p.m.

too funny!
... tom green and drew getting divorced?


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Sunday, December 16, 2001 | 06:24 p.m.

dry land
performed by tara maclean


looks like something's coming
looks like there's gonna' be a storm
looks like everyone's running
looks like everyone's torn

hands to blades
as day light fades
all this shaking hand
swimming from dry land

looks like everyone's broken
looks like everyone's lost
look at all the money we're making
we don't even see what its cost

hands to guns
as nighttime comes
all this shaking hand
swimming from dry land

looks like war in valley
looks like war in sky
looks like war on playground
first thing you learn is to lie

hands to skies
for morning's rise
why can't we start again
swimming from dry land
swimming from dry land
swimming from dry land


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Sunday, December 16, 2001 | 04:45 p.m.

mouse watch:
tera and relm have been pretty weird lately. i can tell them apart now. relm is actually a little bigger and would come to the bars when i crouch down to look at them. they've chewed through half of the new nest i got them. and keep pushing all the litter away from the wheel. building this heap in the middle of the cage. that and digging all the food out of the bowl.

they seem a little fatter. i hope i'm not feeding them too much. not fat, i guess ... healthy. they get plenty of exercise and they seem happy. i'm thinking of getting another one.


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Friday, December 14, 2001 | 06:13 p.m.

new rule:
stay away from people who read my diary and then can't handle it.


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Friday, December 14, 2001 | 08:52 a.m.

there is no sky today. not even a gradient.


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Friday, December 14, 2001 | 02:52 a.m.


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Thursday, December 13, 2001 | 02:52 a.m.

2:50
still up.
thinking. thinking. thinking.
thinking too much.
wake up and tell me to stop.


...email sent


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Wednesday, December 12, 2001 | 11:57 p.m.

"when you're only wet....
because of the rain"

how can anyone not like tori amos? a line like that is just so fuckin cool!


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Wednesday, December 12, 2001 | 12:04 p.m.

note to self: register!


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Wednesday, December 12, 2001 | 10:51 a.m.

*stretch* ...mmmmmm 'morning.
i hate hotmail. how are you doing?


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Wednesday, December 12, 2001 | 2:17 a.m.

wingd_pony: "why are most cabs driven by men?"
sameer**: hmmm...why?
wingd_pony: "that way they're never around when you need 'em"

... i made that up this morning while waiting for a bus into the city.


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Tuesday, December 11, 2001 | 11:27 p.m.

i miss my blog. i don't seem to have time or maybe i just don't feel like blogging.

oooooh, writing that felt good.
i'll be back.


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Monday, December 10, 2001 | 03:35 p.m.


tori amos
northern lad


had a northern lad
well not exactly had
he moved like the sunset
god who painted that-
first he loved my accent
how his knees could bend
i thought we'd be ok
me and my molasses
but i feel something is wrong
but i feel this cake just isn't done
don't say that you don't

and if you could see me now
said if you could see me now
girls you've got to know
when it's time to turn the page
when you're only wet
because of the rain
you know it's time to change

he don't show much these days
it gets so fucking cold
i loved his secret places
but i can't go anymore
"you change like sugar cane"
says my northern lad
i guess you go too far
when pianos try to be guitars
i feel the west in you
and i feel it falling apart too
don't say that you don't

and if you could see me now
said if you could see me now
girls you've got to know
when it's time to turn the page
when you're only wet
because of the rain
when you're only wet
because of the rain


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Sunday, December 9, 2001 | 08:39 p.m.

mmmmm *crunch crunchie ... crunch*


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Saturday, December 1, 2001 | 11:58 p.m.

kitty!


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