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i am the devil, listen to me bitch. bitch bitch BIIIIITCH bitch bitch.

bah. i think i'll go play solitaire for hours. computer solitaire really sucks, cause it's the shuffling that makes it a worthwhile game. i like shuffling. it's comforting.

bitch bitch BIIIIIIITCH.....

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whoa. lj's all spiffy-like.
sent off a box with my schlager in it for (ack) about $60. ::sigh:: the other box will be much cheaper, cause it'll be smaller and not have to get there as fast. so instead of buying a mask, i shipped my schlager. i hate not having money. and no, i don't actually have the money to ship the box. that's what credit cards are for. ::rolls eyes:: it's just too bad it was *my* credit card.

i think i always filter my emotions through my intellect. although it could be the other way around, and that's why the conversation last night was so difficult. i feel first and then think about it, but what i say always has emotion behind it somehow. whereas what i was talking about last night entailed dissecting my emotions... i didn't even like dissecting worms; taking apart bits of me just sucks. and my emotions don't do language very well.
and when the whole filtering system gets stressed, it breaks down, and the result is rants very similar to the one in last night's post.

went to the dentist, and now my teeth hurt. grr. but i unloaded some cds i didn't want on mckay's and came home with tori amos - from the choirgirl hotel and rem - automatic for the people. happy me. :) i drove around a lot today, it was good. and now i have to finish packing another box and panic cause i can't fit everything else in my suitcases and i can't afford to ship three boxes.

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the moon is wearing a beret.

i thought of something last night (this morning?) that i needed to post in my journal, something that would mitigate last night's angst, but i can't remember what it was. ::sigh:: on the plus side, my mother seems to be hinting that if i were packed or very nearly so, she'd let me go to the play without arguing. :) if this is so, i'll need to ask andy about glow and em about the present on the floor of her room. it'd be nice if andy had time to burn me cof's acoustic cd, but somehow i doubt he has the time or coherence or something like that.