|Monday, September 6th, 2004|
7:37a - For What It's Worth (Everything)
Look at Eminem!!
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sometimes life's not fair.
i correct myself.. I mean: all the time.
In ninth grade, things seemed shitty, but they did not seem hopeless. Now, they sort of do, which may explain my recent wish to be, once again, in high school. In ninth grade things weren't really bad because I was still a goody-two-shoes and my idiot 'brother' wasn't.
This is the real world. We are all carving out our names, some with more precious and lasting strokes than others. My name will be on this picnic table, my knife will be sharp, you will see my impressions long after you wonder who the hell I am.
I heard that Bjork performed at the Olympics, and she had a gossamery dress that stretched out to the lengths of the field and that it took up all the room it could. I would be happy if she really were the center of the world. I also never dreamed that the Olympics would include someone like Bjork because she was always 'weird' and dressed in ways that 'were completely uncalled for'. I am glad that such a soul finally got her day, even if it is a lie.
That's my gift. I make a deep impression.
What do you call an Irishman sitting on your back porch?
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current mood: surprised
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