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#38

brother dies and i never find out.

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Lonely.

Thinking.

I have to do something about my situation. Not happy where I am.

I need an answer.

Answer: ____________________

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the dance keeps me alive.

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this is the end [of things].

but the winnings are a NEW CAR.

So…ever wondered what I would look like as a transvestite?

God that’s terrible. Thank you makeover.dailymakeover.com for helping me not make a fool of myself….:/

Have a lovely day!

sexy lady. oh yeah.

My friend David (who, I swear to you, is Starkville’s very own “American picker”) and I have “forgotten charms” – a bunch of antique jewelry, doorknobs, fabrics, etc. – so we’re going to turn them into fabulous things and make some much needed moola. The only problem is I might just end up loving this stuff too much to sell it. Then again…I love money…especially when the rent is due. Time to get over my low artist’s self esteem and just do the damn thing, aka put my paintings up for sale.

I am so bored these days. I need a little spark to light me up again, because all of this boredom is making me boring, and boring is unacceptable. Have I forgotten my own charm?

A vacation would be ideal right now. Moving to a different town/state/country would be ideal right now. School comes first though…school and bills…….ahhh to be a lowly art student working at a bagel shop……….

the end. have a nice day

can’t

sleep.

i’ve had about 6 hours of sleep for the past 5 days. yaaaaaaayyyyyyyy

It’s been a rough week.

I hope everyone remembered their father on Fathers Day. I did. I sat on the bench in my back yard with my mom, drank a beer, and looked at the trees that he planted before he left. I thought about him laughing at me when I got mad at him over nothing, and how he always asked me, “do you know what you’re mad about?” and how I never knew the answer – which made me even more mad.

I thought about him playing guitar while I played the piano. I thought about him putting me on his shoulders. I thought about him reading me “The Secret Garden”. I thought about when I would wake up in the middle of the night, or when I could never go to sleep, and when I went downstairs to get a midnight snack, he would always be up reading a book and drinking a glass of milk.

The things we recall are so random. They change every day. But – that’s what I thought about.

My progress continues.

My friends are awesome. Thank you.

Embracing the darkness, leaping into the field of the inevitable, she decided it was time to put her shield down and let the monsters take her. Who ever said the monsters were bad? She felt like she was a child. Let’s say (for the sake of labels) she was eight. And when you are eight, you own the world.

Eight. 8. Ate.

“Every Sunday afternoon at around 1:50 PM, a couple comes into the CB. This automatically puts them on the “bad list” because said restuarant closes at 2:00 PM. Ten minutes before closing and the woman proceeds to act like a completely irrational (not to mention, incompitent) assbag every single time she comes…and this is the story of what happened on this fine Sunday at the bag (pronounced “b-ae-g”).

The woman who stole the energy bar  [no one can tell for sure if she is Chinese, Himalayan or Vietnamese ] thought she was being very sneaky. ALAS, she wasn’t as sly as she thought, because in a moment of pure coincidence, Anna Beth saw the woman grab the energy bar from the top of the bagel display case and quickly turn her back…

While the frail little woman ate her energy bar, Anna Beth devised a few plans to stop that crazy bitch’s theivery for good.

Plan A:”

and that’s where it cut off. But let’s just talk about what actually happened when the princess of thieves came back – once again, she came back 10 minutes before closing time. She didn’t steal anything this time, but Anna Beth DID give her the evil glare. We got her back another way (and it WAS NOT spitting in her food, or anything like that) but I can’t mention it on the WWW.

I started another post called “I remember when” that went a little something like this:

“Remember when you first listened to the album “Live Bullet”? You were painting your room a dark shade of green with your Dad.” The end. Nutbush City Limits…I miss my Dad.

Yesterday, Mr. Joe made an omelet and I remembered the last time I was in Vaughan with my Dad. He made an omelet with tuna AND shrimp, which sounds like it’s going a little overboard, but I WAS hungover and it was delicious.

I’ll try to update more often + have some artwork up….going to Puerto Rico next week!