fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- These Wooden Ideas I am so burnt out I might die of exhaustion. DIE, I SAY! I just found out that my rent is going up $200 next month. What the fuck is that about? Real estate can suck it. We're now paying $1400 for a one bedroom and a den. I don't even have 4 fucking walls! But I shall wait it out 6 more months. I am so patient sometimes it makes me want to vomit blood. In order to get 4 measly days off to go home for my sister's graduation I told my boss that my parents were re-newing their wedding vows. Haha. I'm terrible. Anything for 4 days back home. I feel disconected from home. I haven't seen J. in almost a year (not that that's a *bad* thing). I miss my Steph and Wes (who, by the way, should come visit me this summer so we can go to Victoria and pretend we are in London). I have been listening to nothing but Idlewild for the past week. Such nice, somewhat angry, lads. "It's a better way to feel, when you're not real, you're postmodern." 2:05 a.m. - 2003-05-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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