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Name: carolegs Gender: Female
Interests: kittens ophelia & tegan. tyler school of art. boys, blankey, bugs, birds, bones, bodies, books, fiber, sculpture, hot glue. Expertise: fibers extraordinaire! Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: spun pink glass
Member Since:
5/29/2004
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| i haven't checked xanga since i wrote that last entry months ago. my life, as ever, is insane but it's fine. i'm having fun & making art. i don't feel like talking about boys, men, whatever it is i'm dating. (there are three) or school. it's good. or work. i don't. blah | | |
| it's been a long while, no? i moved. i live downtown. i am starting work as a bartender at the awesome new bar around the corner from my awesome new house. my little brother finally made it to college. things are crazy different. if you want to find me, & think i want to be found, then you probably already know how to reach me. | | |
| i hate you i hate you i hate you for making me feel like less of a person because i'm not OVER IT YET fuck.you. | | |
| fine. i'll give in & write more than introspective, mostly gibberish entry this time, unlike usual. my work schedule changes from week to week as i am a server & availability & favor with the boss fluctuates. i usually work several days, but daytime lunch of eveningtime dinner shifts vary. i can say that until june nine i have class t/tr from 6-9pm & that june nine to july one i have class m/t/w/tr/f from 850am-330pm as well as t/tr 6-9pm ahh summer classes.
& that i am a hermit who likes alone alone alone time in my apartment making art & reading books & looking up useless information on the internet to pass time. & making tea & cuddling with my two beautiful cats. & that joe/chris/alex/ori/sylvia/jess time & hannah/kirk/victoria/jess/phil/sheila time are my first priorities.
but you know. i make time for everything. so find me!
love.
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| i can't understand how i still miss him after all the sighs & crying & hurt & in sense i tivity
i can't understand how i don't miss the other him enough to satisfy the swells in my chest that fill with tears
or how my days go on & on & on & on without the both of them
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