December 2010
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Dec 30th
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stood up again.
Dec 30th
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jeez. can it really keep getting worse?
Dec 29th
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warning: poop, booger and other gross jokes.
According to Healthmad.com the following activities are a few of the 100 things to do instead of eating. While hanging out with my best friend, Nick McMullen I stumbled upon this list and as I was reading them out loud, these were his variations;  Brush your cat. (with a turd.) Take your dog for a walk. (and then eat it’s poop.) Sew a patch on your jeans. (with a poop decal.) Sort out...
Dec 29th
it’s moments like these that I wonder what the world is; standing in my bathroom at two in the morning, shivering as the heat laps at my ankles. I feel so sick. I don’t know if it’s how nervous I am over every response or how tired I am of feeling worthless. The world is just a place made of darkness- we search for moments of light and happiness because they are scattered and...
Dec 28th
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oh me? yeah, I’m fucking pissed. I’m so fucking mad I could throw nails at your eyes, I’m so sad I could lay across railroad tracks, I’m so upset I’m shaking the whole house. They say I’m cold- well I’m fucking arctic now. 
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god damnit...
I try so hard to avoid everything about you, but when a picture pops up with my replacement and your best friend happy as can be…I can’t help but to think that you never cared at all. 
Dec 27th
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lemon drops and rummy
with my aunt and mummy.
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a note;
to the assholes who fired my mother a week before Christmas; rot in hell and I hope your Christmas tree bursts into flames. to the backstabbing cunt who pretended to be my mothers friend while you talked yourself up as the rose but were truly covered in shit; I always saw right through your lying ass and I hope your daughters grow up to be prostitutes.
Dec 23rd
aw, gee, I just love to torture myself.
Dec 23rd
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Reblog with your Porn Name
mehalicka: bringtheruckuss: upanddowns: (Favorite alcoholic drink + biggest insecurity) = Whiskey Lovehandles beer pubes Tequila No-Beard Rum Thighs
Dec 23rd
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I’d like a body wash that makes me smell like coffee. 
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