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Monday, October 20, 2008

it's the 4th hour into a brand new week.

we'll always be stuck in a rut (maybe it's just me and my secret soulmate with the broken wrist) but we should always be forward looking and not start monday off on the wrong tune ya?
easier said than done i say!

i am just occasionally bitter, and mostly dazed out.
long weekend ahead and i'm gonna have my huge empty house to my lonesome self cuz the mother decided to book a trip to japan (not bringing me along ARGH) and the brother, well i can never figure out if he's even coming home judging by how little i see him, not even b4 i go to bed.

long weekend == getting my life back. starting with clearing the room.

there's a certain Taylor Swift song that sounds really good. but maybe being bitter makes me really hate the song cuz let's face it, there's no fucking love story. romeo and juliet was just sth shakespeare built his fame on.


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