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Phrases/Words That I Say A Lot/Like

- Can I help you with your cheap shit? (via Joe)
- Fuck off.
- Lawls.
- Epic fail. (via Blair)
- Fuck (and any variation of the word)
- Free the whales.
- Fuck my life. (via Sam)
- A fucktoast lot. (such as, "That is a fucktoast lot of vibrators!')
- Shit balls (variations include, fuck balls)
- Ass and titties. (via a song)
- I will kill you!
- For free! (via multiple sources)
- Do you love me? (via Old Gregg)
- NOOOOOO! They're all going to laugh at you! (via many sources)
- Dick.
- Fuck a duck.
- BALLS!
- Where are the bunnies?
- Ovaries! I have them!

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Writer's Block: Desert Island Time

You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?
1. Performance
2. Death Proof
3. Empire Records
4. Juno
5. Can't Hardly Wait

Writer's Block: And the Oscar Goes To

What movie, whether it was nominated by the Academy or not, gets your personal vote for Best Picture of 2008?
Slumdog Millionaire, for sure. I only saw it two days ago, but it was fantastic!

Writer's Block: In a Former Life

Do you believe in reincarnation? If your answer is "yes," describe some of your past lives.
Yes, I absolutely believe in reincarnation. I know that I have had past lives. I have very distinct memories of them. I remember my great-grandmother being my sister. I remember being a frog. I remember so much, that it sometimes really really scares me.

FUCK THAT OTHER CONCERT.

My other concert was MUCH better.

MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH BETTER!

Anyballs...

PROOF THAT THE IAMX CONCERT I WENT TO IN SEPTEMBER WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC:

tom

dean

chris

Dec. 26th, 2008

I feel inglorious.
I feel powerless.
I feel hungry.
I feel cold.
I feel open.
I feel abnormal.
I feel confident.
I feel interesting.
I feel accepted.
I feel sympathized.
I feel absent.
I feel delightful.
I feel abusive.
I feel energetic.
I feel liberated.
I feel accumulated.
I feel comfortable.
I feel bright.
I feel acid.
I feel adolescent.
I feel altered.
I feel apologetic.
I feel bolded.
I feel bad.
I feel unbalanced.
I feel beautiful.
I feel bewildered.
I feel braver.
I feel brokenhearted.
I feel regretful.
I feel a sense of loss.
I feel calloused.
I feel used.
I feel cancerous.
I feel panic.
I feel cathartic.
I feel aching.
I feel caucasian.
I feel unhappiness.
I feel lost.
I feel intense.
I feel clunky.
I feel vibrant.
I feel confrontational.
I feel yearning.
I feel strange.
I feel crispy.
I feel impatient.
I feel tense.
I feel damaging.
I feel decorated.
I feel mental.
I feel fed-up.
I feel destroyed.
I feel changed.
I feel blissful.
I feel addicted.
I feel radiant.
I feel disjointed.
I feel distant.
I feel drained.
I feel pleased.
I feel drifty.
I feel dry.
I feel dysfunctional.
I feel resentful.
I feel easier.
I feel disliked.
I feel eerie.
I feel torn.
I feel stretched.
I feel emotional.
I feel startled.
I feel enduring.
I feel flustered.
I feel engrossed.
I feel jittery.
I feel excitable.
I feel shaky.
I feel shielded.
I feel extraordinary.
I feel repeated.
I feel festive.
I feel faceless.
I feel inspired.
I feel female.
I feel dreary.
I feel feverish.
I feel in pain.
I feel fizzy.
I feel worried.
I feel fleshy.
I feel self-reliant.
I feel flashy.
I feel fucked.
I feel nostalgaic.
I feel broken.
I feel pained.
I feel false.
I feel frustrated.
I feel absent-minded.
I feel aroused.

I feel so many things....

I feel the beat of the music to my heart.

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Hellz yes. Merry Christmas!


List of things Sarah got for Christmas:

Music:
One of the Boys- Katy Perry

Movies:
The Dark Knight- From Ben
Gattaca
Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Books:
Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk
Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams by Sylvia Plath
Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
Audrey, Wait! by Robin Benway
Suite Scarlett by Maureen Johnson

Other:
Blank CDs for burning
Two notebooks- one paisley and one with bamboo on the cover
A set of Mighty Boosh pins (!!!!!!!!Thank you Paige!!!!!!!!!)
A framed set of Mighty Boosh prints!!!!!!!- From Paige
A box filled with 1 dollar bills
Big, soft blue body pillow

Health Care Items:
Neutrogena Pink Grapefruit facial cleanser and foaming scrub
Emery boards
Carmex moisturizing lip balm
Glide mint floss

Edible items:
A jar of Nutella
Watermelon Baby Bottle pop
Chocolate orange
A clementine
Shoes full of candy (Rolos, Smarties, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Hershey Kisses and Snickers)

Clothes:
Blue t-shirt with fries on it and a potato that says, "Dude, you've changed."
Brown Omni-Peace t-shirt
Four packs of underwear
White socks
Blue t-shirt with the word "Love" on it with a penguin
Blue t-shirt with a sock puppet that says, "Talk to the hand."
Black anti-global warming shirt


AWESOME CHRISTMAS!

Survey

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Writer's Block: Under the Tree

What gifts, big or small, are you hoping to find under the tree this year?
I just want my Mighty Boosh book.

To the biggest thorn in my side


Just for posterity:

Dear You,

                I wonder if you remember all of those times when you said that we were best friends and that you would always be there for me. I wonder if you remember saying that—and meaning it. I used to think that you had meant it, but now I know that it was a misguided lie. It really does sound like something you would do, you know, like telling somebody that you loved them, and then turning it all around one day with no explanation and destroying everything good you had with that person. Severing all ties with them or throwing them away like they were a piece of garbage.

                Six years of my life were wasted on you. Years that I used to look back on and smile about, days that I remembered with laughter. You destroyed that, and for no reason that I can think of. You’ve done it again, so congratulations on screwing up, again.  You’re so stupid for thinking that you can do this over and over and not mess up again! You just destroy everything, don’t you? Well good luck with that then, ending up alone and lonely and sad and telling yourself that it was the other persons’ fault, and not realizing that it was your own.

                You’ve pushed me off of the edge, you brainless conniving bitch. I hope you know how much grief you’ve given everyone in your life.  You’re spoiled rotten to the core, and the sad thing is that you’re actually proud of it. You whine until you get your way, and you drain people of all energy, and in that way, you’re uncaring and rude. There are so many other ways that you are uncaring and rude, but by being a spoiled brat, you’ve achieved a higher level of uncaring rudeness.

                There are some comments that you have said that I can’t remember ever getting anything good out of. In fact, the more I realize how much shit you’ve told me, the more I realize you were trying to stroke your own ego, which is already disgustingly big-headed. You would put me down, compliments were a rare and sometimes two-faced thing to come from you. I always assumed you wanted to mold me into a better person, but apparently you just wanted to feel better for yourself.

                Remember when we were both so “insecure”? Well, you still are that insecure. You lied to yourself, and by doing that, you lied to me. You’re probably the most insecure person I’ve ever met. Everyone can see this. You call yourself so brave and strong, when really you’re a big liar. I should never have believed anything you’d ever said. So many lies you’ve uttered that I believed, that my subconscious had told me were lies. I guess I should have listened to myself those times. The time that your brother’s friends half-raped you (what in the hell is half-raping anyway?), when that kid Josh or whatever choked you with that pink leather chain on your bedframe that you didn’t even want hanging up in your room (and yet there it was four years later, still hanging there!) and that I later saw you playing with lovingly, when your dad crawled into bed with you and attempted to touch you, you yelling at your dad. Yeah right. You wouldn’t even have the balls to do that type of shit.

                By the way—just because you started wearing or saying or becoming (another lie, you’re not bisexual, you fucking liar) something, and you’d never before noticed other people wearing or saying or becoming or doing the same thing, does not mean that they were following you!! And don’t act like you’re easily over things—such as Presley—you were never into punk before that. You started calling her a poseur and then all of a sudden you’re a Clash and Misfits and Casualties fan. Now who’s the poseur? Let me give you a hint—you are.

                The less I see you, the better I feel. The days that you were not even a thought, were some of the best days. The ones where I was happy and felt good about myself, because, let’s be honest, all you did to me was make me feel bad about myself when I know for certain—that I will always be a better person than you.

                So, you’ve called me selfish. HA! HAHAHAHA! HYPOCRITE! I hate hypocrites. You’re a hypocrite, therefore I hate you. I can’t believe someone as selfish as you can call me selfish. You’re really, seriously that stupid? You’re ten thousand times more self-centered than me! All you can talk about is yourself; I could barely get a word in when I was talking with you. I was talking to a brick wall! That’s about the quality of a conversation with you (which is really not even a conversation), is a brick wall.

                Hacking into my MySpace and changing things is the best you can obviously do. That just proves your petty, immature self. Guess what, idiot? I can type too. In fact, I can take everything that you’ve changed and get it back to what it was originally. What a shock! Deleting things that you like as well? That… is… so… PATHETIC! What are you, a ten year old girl?! You can’t stand to see me like things that have molded my personality. You can’t stand to see me liking things that you yourself like! That’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t care who introduced me to what- I still will like what I fucking like, you immature, petty, idiotic, stupid, juvenile, unintelligent, self-absorbed, egotistical halfwit! You can’t change me, and you never will! I AM WHO I AM, AND I CAN BE PROUD OF IT, UNLIKE YOU!

                So I’m done with you. Done with your bullshit and your lying and your deceitfulness and your cold, empty heart and soul. I hope you get a strong fucking kick in the ass from Karma herself. Special fucking delivery, you petty, immature, stupid ,conniving, evil, lying, condescending, unappreciative, hypocritical, biased, rude, uncaring, spoiled, whining, droning,  annoying, poseur bitch.

 

 

Forever your ex-friend (who regrets every moment she spent with you),

Me.

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