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bro's before ho's.
[ friends only ]
[ comment to be added to my slut-bar. ]
xoxo, Sashie.
it would be nice if you could add me to messenger when you add me to el-j...
because i sometimes don't pay attention to e-mail.
see_me_disco@hotmail.com
p.s sorry roxanne.
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[30 Jun 2004|05:20am] |
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i could now honestly care less about 99.9% of every person i know.
caffiene is god.
surrender to blue icing.
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[01 May 2004|06:02pm] |
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The Divine Comedy |
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I hope everyone's having a super duper dead good day.
We're all allowed to dream, aren't we? All of us are entitled to our own, individual opinions..( no matter how 'individual' they may or may not be )..and yet, consumerism will be the death of me....even if love hasn't been already...
I need to remember myself so as I don't lose myself in the waves of muffled misery which I tend to be constantly surrounded by.
After thinking of all my past ethics, I would like to state one of my opinions on something.
Love.
Love is... like an eating disorder.
It convinces you of something.
It consumes you, in your entirety, promising the world, giving you everything you need..
and it won't let you go until it kills you.
Who knows what happens then? Love is like heaven. It's like religion. Love is even, like God.
You need something to believe in, for it will never believe in you.
The biggest difference between those comparisons, is that love is actually real. For it to exist, there have to be two people on opposite ends, and with religion/god/heaven, that is not so.
My mother brought me something to drink back from the gas station, today.
With it came a straw in a paper wrapper.
The wrapper plainly states, "Quality Drunking Straw", and I find that amusing to absolutely no end.
I think I'm starting to get better. I hope you can join me...
Today I realized, the wonderous possibilities on entertaining one's self. I managed to spend the entire day alone, up until now. I watched a heartwarming movie. I made myself love-cookies. I thought about everything bothering me and re-assured myself that everything in my present-life-state would work out. I made myself look pretty and felt that way as well. Then, I went outside and skate boarded around the block, avoided being smacked up by the neighbor-guy; Mikey Webb's ugly striped-blue truck, came home, and took a bath. I'm feeling wonderful, as of now. And talking to you makes everything all the more worthwhile. I love making myself happy. Self indulgences, such as spending time alone and appreciating your own personality, are extremely healthy. I recommend you all to try it. Life is too short to spend it mostly in misery. Being sad is okay, even healthy, but being depressed.... It's not. Get help if you're feeling lonely. I've been there before, everyone. If anyone needs someone to talk to, I'm here to listen. I want to help.
Thankyou and Drive-Through.
P.S: I killed a spider this morning and after the events of yesterday, I am truly and honestly greatfully overwhelmingly sorry. I love spiders. They enchant me. But I've managed to kill one. What's next, lizards? Oh, wait... I lost the one we had on the desk, last night. It's probably starved. Or something.
xDistancex
Or something. :/
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[30 Apr 2004|11:25pm] |
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Your momma's sweet ass! |
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Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything.
Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.
Post twice if you'd like.
Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say!
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| All too true. |
[24 Apr 2004|10:39am] |
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Love Buzz - Nirvana |
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I am not a happy apple.
♥
Do you want to see what I wrote last night?
Scribbled thoughts in my 'written journal' (As in, not this one.)
I'm going to write exactly what I wrote, no punctuation corrections or anything.
page one of two.
I've never experienced hunger like this before, not the 'stomach eating itself, every last nutrient in your frail, fragile body' kind of hunger, atleast. I should. but I dont.
Lust is a catalyst for overpopulation. Pheromones. Live, kill; love, hurt; learn, die. Neverending. Suffocation in this fluorescent room. Linoleum absorbing a misshaped figure. overpopulation.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Disgust.
Where's the love? I'm hoarding it all, never letting go. Unconditional.
An unbreakable chain.
A chain of feelings, a heart, my heart molded by you. Cliche. Undescribable
A field of flowers, pollen. Sneeze.
These are the products of your neverendingsleeping pill.
Waken Dorothy, she must get home. An obstacle Coarse illusion, and we resort to a God.
Christ vs. Satan...Your take on the unknown.
Untangable.
A sweet honeysuckle; deflowered girl. Arrogance and anesthesia go hand in hand, like a bride and her father waltzing down the aisle. That aisle of contemplation. A clock, the time keeper; the father of anxiety.
Depression is dealt with; a pill to make you smile.
Soon we'll be taking pills to think for ourselves.
We'll forcefeed our emotions.
Love in a plastic bottle.
the microcosm of truth.
Defiance in the form of heart-shaped scars. Discard your cries for the weak.
A soft strumming guitar, a royal sunset staring us in the eye----Everyone dreams of a cliche ending.
even me.
page two of two.
Blatantly white walls spackled with disease.
I want out.
A wink, a grasp at the air.
insert roll of the eyes here.
Years of nausea, dehydration.
We're killing ourselves. Ignorance.
A vatt of caffeine; one drop would kill.
A kiss, a kiss all lust is bliss.
I'm disgusted.
A run of the mill girl, devoid individuality. A succulent cupid's bow that I indulge, every seventh day passed.
Scheduled addiction.
A pot of energy as the sun rises Sleep in, wake up shaky and scattered.
DNA instilled in this space, crushed in this carpet, taken home on the bottom of my shoe.
A deep, punctured slash opon a thin leg, performed in a living room for the underaged.
Deranged.
The blade of a sword runs across your face, stinging cold and unforgiving.
Collar bones advocating starvation.
My propaghanda and the hate I consume, the self hate in which I indulge.
Abstain from meat, from death while I support the slow ending of myself.
I am the supporter of self inflicted wounds promising healing for the far-away tomorrow.
disease churns my stomach. I support the end of this world. I, I, I, me, me, me. No one cares.
Selfish, egotistical, careless, and cold are we.
A blemish, coverup; A sounding alarm clock. Snooze.
What are you rising for?
What are you living for?
For pride?
A conviction?
No. I loathe you. Withdrawn from reality.
How is this defined? Defined by you in your own little, precious, superficial world. or a series of deaths leaving you in an alley?
Whine, it's all you're good at...
fin`
I think I need to sleep.
xThexSashiex
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[20 Apr 2004|04:28pm] |
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The Saddest Girl's Story - |
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I'm working on the HBD's entry, guys.
I swear it.
xoxo,
The Sashie
[ Ps: I made the pictures brighter, bigger, clearer, etc.. If it matters. Beep. ]
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[11 Apr 2004|04:15pm] |
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i like to steal surveys from janettedotnet. she = fexehtastic. suicide-girl quality, she is.
( beep. survey. )
you know what? i've been on a cursive, boys night out, from autumn to ashes, eigteen visions, french kicks and the blood brothers downloading spree. wee.
and do you know what else? i'm not capitalizing much of anything anymore. plus, here's another survey..
( thoughtful music-related survey )
do you cry to your music?: some songs get me, yeah. mostly ani and tori ones. a few others get my choked up.
have promise rings?: ...heheehee.
Like the think rimmed black glasses?: i have them.
black hair?: yes buddy.
dressy shirts?: depends on the shirt.
favorite song?: My Konstantine - Something Corporate
write sad poems?: i guess some would be morbid or showing the negative side of human nature, not really boohoo cry-me-a-river sad.
Have had your heart broken?: yeah.
are you over it yet?: i think so, yeah.... yes.
do you think everyone is out to make your life depressing?: haha. no.
straight edge?: ehahahaha. no.
tough or weak?: superfexehawt
one or the other...
dashboard confessional or thursday?: thursday
single or taken?: taken
black or white?: black
pink or purple?: pink
fight with your boyfriend or fight with your best friend?: neither.
fight with your mom or fight with your dad?: either one works with me. as long as my point gets across, bitches.
acceptace or rejected?: rejection
peace or violence?: peace
knife or gun?: knife
short hair long hair?: short
opposite sex...
have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yes. :)
would you do anything for them?: mostly, yeah. unless it totally compromised my happiness.
do you love them?: yes yes.
were you friends first?: eh, kinda. best friends.
movies and music...
see the butterfly effect?: yeah.
did you like it?: ugh. bad memories.
did Courtney Love kill Kurt?: ...yes. bitch. damnit.
what was he to you?: awesome!
ever like the grunge?: yestastic.
still do?: hells yeah.
like The GOONIES?: hahahaa. my brother and adrina do. i've seen it with them a few times, laughing at their sad nostalgia...
who is worse, britney or christina?: bitchney.
have a idol?: ...........tons.
who is it?: ....alexisonfire... all of them.
life sucks, right? mostly.
hate the radio?: radio top40 music, generally, yes. not cbc radio one though. :>
wear alot of bracelets?: i wear my black and one pink gummy braclets as one big braclet on my left arm (i never take it off) and just tie pieces of fabric or whatever on my right. and jelly bracelets. yellow green-star armband...
parents hate your music?: for the most part, yeah. the hardcore/screaming stuff: definitely. mom likes nirvana and apc. she likes taking back sunday too, but the rest she doesn't really enjoy. she likes blur too. hardxcore = parental hate. dad loves all of my music.
think your pointless sometimes?: i'm a lost cause.
ever think about commiting suicide?: too much to be normal, i'd bet...
who or what holds you back if so? music, writing, my ability to just fucking die, love from people that i love back
feel pressured?: all the time .... right now, infact.
school sucks?: FUCK YES! college will pwn me.
wish all the people there would die?: nah. some are cool.
ender..
think life will get better?: i think so, yeah. it's like the economy: goes up and down.
is music always there?: of fucking course. always always always.
have friends?: yes. even if they're not really my friends, i think most of them are.
have a family?: mmmmhm.
believe in god..or a higher being?: no.
believe in the devil?: not really. i am the devil, slut.
would you give up anything to stay who you are?: ...that's kind of vague. no.
don't change...life does suck but if you stay who you are,you will be fine. is that true or false? too bad you got saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacked, fucker. i dunno. random.
i hate the following:
1. labeling one's self so one can feel they belong to a certain group of people.
2. kids taking a good thing and turning it into something i get so sick of hearing that i just want to shoot myself in the temple. the outcome of this being: trivializing (and annihilating) the original connotation behind said thing.
examples?
emo. rolls eyes.
sXe. cringe.
veganism. gurgle.
my worst nightmare: a nazi vegan-straight-edge 14-year-old whose slogan is "you're so emo."
AHHHHHHhhhh! RUN. AWAY.
[ i think there are already people like that around.. ]
God. Have to go now. Mom's acting odd again. I fucking hate my home-life..
xoxo,
Sashie
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