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[30 Aug 2010|02:55am] |
My Death senses are tinglings.
ROLL CALL. I know the whereabouts of two Strange family members, but I don't know about the other two. Mom, I know you're floating around here somewhere, you're okay, right? Tawny Bird, at least give me a call, I have the night shift so I'll have my pager on. You have the number. Also lemme know how boytoy is.
Woo, what a night. I'm totally not shaking. Okay, time to find a nice little closet to slip away to...
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[15 Aug 2010|02:35am] |
Called the hospital. I'm gonna be gone for a few days, so Dinah, could you maybe check in on Holly while I'm gone? I should be back in a day. Not even that, if I can help it.
Tawny Bird, you wanna visit her, call me to get the code, though they might not take it, so family still can't go in and see her. Yeah, I know, save it for your trial little sis.
Dad's coming home. Fuck
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[07 Jul 2010|04:02pm] |
( Private to Agency. Whomever this concerns. )
Man. 'Pirates' marathon was on for the past couple days. I am all ready to be a pirate. I'll be the kind who has a parrot. Pirate and an eye patch, because like hell am I getting my arm or leg or whatever cut off, just to get a peg leg or a hook.
Hooks. No way jose.
Why are all these woman on the cooking channel either really fat or thin? Like, no in between at all. What the fuck is up with that? If I ate everything that they cooked...actually, no, I wouldn't gain that much weight.
Hey, uh...does this mean I kinda have a brother? Eh. Dream-Dude, you haven't been having some fun, right? Because I think I just slept for two days straight. Good to be home? HOLLY what's up with you and your boytoy? No offense Knapp. Nap? I could probably sleep some more. OH YEAH before I go off on like another...thing...everyone good? Good.
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[01 Jun 2010|01:33pm] |
Hoooooly fuck. Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooly fuck.
Wow. WOW. Okay. OKAY. Apparently I have a third job now. Fourth if you call being a student a job.
Sorry for the cursing mom but hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooly fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I need warning next time. Or something. I really hate dying over and over and over again.
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[19 May 2010|01:04am] |
What's worse than a Schizophrenic? Anyone? Let me tell you. TWO SCHIZOPHRENICS. That's what's worse. I just finished up my shift, and I've got that second wind thing going on. There's no way I can get to sleep tonight.
Man, I am starving. Anyone have a good recipe for cheetos and marshmallow fluff? I think I have some twinkies too.
Hey double mint girls, you guys ready for finals? I was thinking of coming down the weekend after, yes, no, maybe so?
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[29 Apr 2010|09:10pm] |
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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
-Hughes Mearns
This poem is going to drive me crazy. Actually, this poem is already driving me crazy, and the paper is due tomorrow. I'm really not sure why I've put it off until now, but if anyone has some insight that also can connect it to at least two mental health issues, that would be awesome.
Okay, all that aside, I probably should have used this thing when I got it a year or so ago, but I was really busy around then with school and family and now I'm still busy with school and family but if I'm procrastinating I might as well go all the way.
My name's Topher and before anyone asks, yes, that is my real name and not a nickname. You should see what my parents named one of my sisters. I'm a Psych major at Antioch University in Seattle, Washington, and I'm a manager at the indie movie theatre that's just downtown from the main campus.
So. Nice to meet everyone?
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