| faux pass on the disc golf course... |
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monday:19010
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a. i've made it to pa. it's cold here in the morning and at night. i sleep in the basement, next to the pool table.
b. brandon speaks about 80% better. brooke is in high school, but christy acts like it. my mom hasn't stoped talking about my tattoos yet. my uncle is getting me drunk and feeding me coke.
tuesday:juice!
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a. the area of the basement in which i dwell is directly below the kitchen.
i woke up to my mother grounding coffee beans.
i ate cereal for the first time in forever.
it was great.
b. i played games with my siblings because they had the day off due to a jewish holiday?
c. i decided that it would be a really great idea to go on a bike ride with brooke and christy.
brooke almost died when she lost control of her bike and flipped it going down an extremely steep hill while trying to race christy and i.
christy won.
d. i played pool with brandon after he read me a chapter book.
the only word he didn't know was general.
e. i washed one of my mothers suvs and bonded a bit with my uncle on the subject of my mother.
my mom told me i was fat. i worked out for two hours.
f. i watched the grudge, it was kinda creepy.
i watched adult swim while on the phone with ryan <3 and laughed harder than i have in forever.
g. i downloaded approximately 300 songs from artist i've never listened to before.
i plan on listening to them tomorrow... right after i convince my mother to give me her jeep.
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| "i did a piss poor job on my shins." |
[29 May 2005|01:15am] |
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i love calamine lotion. now denver isn't bitching about itching, he's singing the praises of calamine. he wants to know if it comes in gallons. he's going to find out when he gets out of work tomorrow. he looks like e.t. did you know that michael jackson had a shit list of 25 people who he attempted to kill using voo doo? one of those people is stephen spielberg. he was furious that the director didn't cast him as peter pan in hook, so he deemed him worthy of death. i love michael jackson, just like i love calamine lotion, and denver hates his poison oak just like michael jackson hates stephen spielberg. stupid poison oak. stupid stephen spielberg.
xotvp
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| we dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to do... |
[10 Mar 2005|10:19pm] |
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three months to the day. that's pretty fucking upsetting. a dear friend of mine, jen mendoza died a couple days ago. the funeral was exactly three months from johns. does that mean someone i care about will leave me in april? i'd bet money on it. i guess what i'm getting at here is that everyone should stay safe. avoid cars and seizures please. fuck.
xo
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| just admit that you're wrong and i'll give back what i borrowed or stole |
[28 Feb 2005|01:25am] |
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i used to think of live journal as a place of solace. maybe not so much, but.... a sanctuary (not the right word but the first word that comes to mind). now, however, i am not so sure. i don't think i feel safe here anymore.
sike.
whatever that was, it's over.
i didn't sleep last night. i didn't sleep at all today. i had to go to work, so the party sized around 3:30pm (the party was still jumpin' cause my mama wasn't home) <-- get it? it's a joke. duh. oh, and on a side note... and i quote "i find that a joke just isn't funny if you have to explain yourself." in conclusion, i am pretty sleepy. which is unfortunate for me since i can't do anything about it. i just don't sleep at night. seems it defeats the purpose.
a frown: your triangulanris muscle pulling down the corners of your orbicularis oris muscle.
now smile - if you still can. this is your zygomatic major muscle.
i bit you fair well.
xotaraox
p.s. i'm gay
p.s.s. that was also a joke. you know? it's from the simpsons. the episode where bart starts writing love letters to his teacher using the alias of woodrow (like the president) and the picture of gordie howe. nevermind. i find that a joke just isn't funny if you have to explain yourself.
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| paper cuts from turning pages... |
[23 Nov 2004|04:52pm] |
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ahoy hoy live journal land. it's been a while. i just wanted to make sure that everyone has a great thanksgiving and shit. fuck the holiday, but kudos! to an excuse to get in touch with those i've neglected since easter. my apologies. the tentative plan is to spend the holiday in philadelphia, but this isn't 100% since my mother sucks with making plans. every time i talk to her it's, "oh, i didn't know. let me talk to your father and i will call you tonight. meanwhile, why don't you do this for me..." and she never calls back, and my dad is always so busy, he never answers the phone. what a family. at any rate, the point is, no matter where the holiday leads you, have fun. i hope to see all you extend family friends sometime soon. so long as i get the message out there, i'm sure i can get together with you by christmas.
xotaraox
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| i wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather... |
[13 Aug 2004|03:44pm] |
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fucking hurricane, yes! this is amazing. it's just like high school. i've made a mixed cd, purchased liquor, gathered great company and i am about to start driving around. 'it's three (pm) and all i hear is my air conditioning.' <--this was supposed to be a joke but it was executed poorly. seriously, this is fucking rad! i love tampa, it's hurricane proof.
everything is all boarded up, nothing is open, and the hurricane isn't coming here at all. i kept telling everyone they were paranoid. they keep forgetting that i am taradamus rex. te he.
my parents didn't seem remotely concerned about me being within these critical hurricane zones, but my father did warn me not to park my car under a tree. thanks dad.
when is it going to start raining?
xotaraox
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| public service announcement 07.24.04. |
[22 Jul 2004|02:46pm] |
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what? a birthday party to the max.
when? saturday night.
why? cause about 11 people have a birthday in july.
where? at el condo del sleaves y me.
happy birthday jimmysleaves, ian, keith, miguel, tommy, will, derek, drew and anyone i forgot.
xotaraox
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| neverending math equation indeed... |
[05 Jul 2004|03:15pm] |
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sweet jesus.
fourth of july was drunk.
i was drunk for two days straight.
we spent the majority of our time at demott's. word. heard it old school. 1998/1999 style. what?
if brock landers is slick with a gun, he does so only in the vein of good and right. brock protects the values of the american ideal and fights for causes that instill pride in a society where morals are hard to come by...
for dirk diggler, the future is something to look forward to, not to fear... he is a creative man of many interests... film, poetry, karate, music and dance... he is a man of passion and mystery... he is a man of lust.
xotaraox
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| dia del rio |
[29 Jun 2004|10:52pm] |
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i went to the river today. it was great.
we woke up super early to head out, but somehow we still ended up being about a hour and a half behind schedule... obviously due to the fact that i was involved.
the weather was great. a very sunny day lead to my awesome pseudo farmers tan.
my face, arms, shoulders and the tops of my legs are fried. oh, and also a small strip on my back from where my shirt and shorts didn't quite meet.
this year jimmy, arment, matthew and miguel came, along with some of the mac shack crew. good company.
we rented three boats and brought three rather larger coolers full of goodness. we forgot food though and so i was going on two hours of sleep, no food in forever, binge drinking in the sun... you can imagine where i am going with this. i passed out in the boat on the way back, which is a damn good thing. someone needed to sober up, and it wasn't going to be jimmy (who spent the better half of the boat ride back vomiting) or matt (who jumped out of that damn suicide tree again after he almost died doing it last year in a state of heavy intoxication).
in conclusion, i love the river.
xotaraox
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| you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me... |
[20 Jun 2004|01:00am] |
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i will have a mode of transportation in three days. shey shaw shey shaw
you don't understand how important a car is til you don't have one. it sucks. catching rides. asking people to go out of there way to take you to work. requesting to visit someone. convincing people that this is what they want to do. having to ask to stop by a gas station, pick up beer, get some food, candy, something to smoke perhaps... booo! thumbs down.
not that i am not ever so grateful to my dear friends who have helped me out x2.
only a mission, a brief sleep and an eight hour fathers day serving shift is between me and a three day weekend.
hooray.
and that's the end of that chapter...
xotaraox to the max
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| i found you sleeping next to me, i thought i was alone... |
[09 Jun 2004|09:08pm] |
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you think you're so pretty...eee.e.eeee.ee.e..
it's been raining, and i think it's fantastic. i miss the dreary weather so.
my brother called me today and left me a message. it was quite possibly the cutest thing i've ever heard. he said, " tara, i want you to come to my house and see me. i miss you tara. i love you." all dismal and shit, like he was going to cry at the thought of me being so far away. aww.
i found out that my car is officially dead. d.e.a.d. dead.
basically only 1/6th of my engine works, thus i rid myself of that god awful car.
time to move on.
xotaraox
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| aspirations of world domination.... |
[01 Jun 2004|11:43pm] |
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my car broke down. i got into a car accident with joseph on our way to work by a dishwasher, this caused serious back and neck problems, which came in handy while i was moving the next day, or shall i say, the next three days. i've come to terms with the simple fact that i have too much shit, and it currently litters jimmy sleaves' condo. i've been living out of a messenger bag for the last four days, and i haven't slept in my bed for weeks. i hate getting home sick...and i don't even know which home i am sick for. speaking of which, some time in the next two months i have to travel to philly to see my family, but at this point i'm concerned that this is not such a great idea...i'm well on my way to learning a new language, and i've made plans to leave the country. i'm not so sure my parents will approve, not so much of the location, but the company...a protestant boy...oh no! an ex-protestant boy, which might actually be worse. god only knows.
and further more, i walk in circles for a living, and i have for the last year. but at least i can still swim, and at least modest mouse is making money, and at least i am happy and educated enough to know that i need more than an AA to make it through. what a waste of money. i'm going to start all over, i am going to become a real estate agent. i will sell this house today. i refuse to be a victim. i refuse to be a victim. this ensures instant mother-like instabilities to be released. i can go back to my catholic roots and go nuts. instead of posters and pictures, it will be jesus, and more jesus, and some mary. then i can fit in well with the hispanic majority population of my new home land. a prominent member of the parish, a wonderful white leader they can all look up to, and kidnap.
xotaraox
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| how have i made it this far? |
[20 May 2004|09:19pm] |
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i have to go to a wedding on saturday. i am the date of the best man. the last wedding i went to was that of my parents and i was the flower girl. i don't know what to wear, but i am sure that whatever i chose will be completely inappropriate. i am socially inept when it comes to these things. i have never been on a date. i don't know what i would do with myself. i am sure that i would fuck it up. i'd forget to put a napkin in my lap or sit indian style in a skirt or something. i am a very messy eater. a napkin would be key. i can't use chop sticks. when i go eat sushi i have to use the ones they keep around for small children and retards. the ones with the rubber bands and the paper roll. either that or a fork. either way, i look like an ass.
i wouldn't have me any other way...
xotaraox
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