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Location: Illinois
Birthday: 8/2/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Rockclimbing; camping; canoeing; eating; cooking; hanging out; and sleeping.
Expertise: talking.shit.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/26/2005
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| My tummy has been hurting a lot recently. Maybe its stress, more than likely it's the spicy food after 5. I can't believe I've turned into one of those people who can't eat spicy foods. I hate myself. I hate old age. If my mother heard the old age part, she'd laugh at me. Well, at least I get to stay awake next to one of the most beautiful people I know.... she's breath taking really.
Ah, here's a blurb from Sleepless in Chicago.
midnight march into the thoughts of sleepless nights
like days past, nights when, wordy riddles circled my tounge
masked. my desire.
dubious one. filled with subtle secrets. unspeakable truths.
the liquor of man's wanting. intoxication in its purest form.
no breath or word or utterance escapes you. that i do not find.
among the highest of truths.
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i'll hide from you. until i find. it.
i'll lie to you. until you know it.
i'll lay awake, wondering, until you acknowledge it.
i'll keep it until you take it, hold it, claim it as your own.
unafraid of what it may bring. wanting all that my come with it.
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be still, restless night.
be quiet and unassuming.
set your moon by dawn's break.
rise your sun in its morning glory.
do onto me. as life's will provides.
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nothing cures insomina like a swift drink and a woman's touch.
except a full bank account 
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if i boast of my new love too much. it is not to incur the envy or rath of my
neighbors.
i am only a poor man, who upon stumbling upon luck, was struck rich.
my account, almost empty---now full with love, hugs, and kisses
so much so that no deposit can be made, without a withdrawal from my mouth.
which only speaks the truths of the riches of love.
but now how i see the vultures gather. and spy my new found wealth.
i will hide it in my bed, bury some deep in my stomach, and give what little i hold
to only a few friends, and close associates.
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still not asleep. though my mind has gone astray.
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sure is for suckers.
i'll be a sucker for you. as i always have.
i don't mind the ridicule. i've endured it once before.
i don't mind the uncertainty. because i am sure.
and although, sure is for suckers. i've always been a sucker for you.
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gift.letter.word.
this is word. a string of words. a string of words that will form a letter.
intended to be a gift. to the one who recieves it.
how it will be recieved. is unkown. but it was given. in love.
these words. were written with love. these words. are meant to express
a love. and a possibility of a love. and the wanting of that possibility being. fulfilled.
rather we are left breathless. or not even left. or not even.
rather we fell or were fallen. failed or were failed. spoke up or. shut up.
we are here. now. and we have these words. in this moment.
and we have this moment because of the feelings behind these words.
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| So, I just came back from Mexico with my friend Parker. I have a ton of stories to post, but I'm kind of busy... so let me rant. 3 things I HATED about my trip to Mexico:
1. NO ONE CAN SAY MY NAME! I'm not even talking about the Mexicans... I'm talking simple minded English speaking Americans.
2. Being mistaken for a boy. Just because I have short hair people kept calling me sir. And when I wasn't being mistaken for a boy I was being hit on.
3. Diarrhea at 500 ft. Story to be continued.
Well, that's it. Short list, eh? Yeah, not much to rant about but no. 3. So, I hope to post a few good pictures (some including Parker (the little blonde kid. oh, oh, look at these pictures... i swear I couldn't convince anyone that I was a woman but no one believed he was gay... he's not gay but he sure looks like it); Matt and Debbie (Debbie is Matt's mom... these pictures are sooo funny); David and Sandra (Ah, David is English and Sandra is one of those French speaking Candaians -- together they are drunk Candaians in my pictures) the wilderness (you know the shit that we destroy all the time... fuck who needs trees!); Mel (the Duke of Mexico); and some other random people that I can't remember. Well, yeah, so I'm going to sort through the crappy from the good... or maybe just post all fucking 300 pictures. Who knows? Oh, the people at xanga know because I don't have that much space.
Anyway, I'm done with lawschool for all of you distant friends who read this. So, no more Iowa for me. We'll see how Chicago treats a sista. | | |
| Looking out of the window.
I saw a girl there once.
She wore red. and I wore white.
She played in the mud. I sat and stayed still.
She pulled out a revolver. I shot her dead.
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there was something in the news the other day about the prophet, do you know him?
I saw him walking down 18th street with a shirt in his pocket and a hat on his head.
Did he tell you what you told me?
That it is all a lie?
No, the other thing.
That the second coming has come and gone?
No. That is is only what we make it. Then, it is nothing at all.
Who needs a prophet to tell them that?
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Jughead and Hermey were good friends one day
Until Jughead went away
Don't leave Jughead! Hermey cried
But Jughead left, with Hermey's wives.
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Deep inside of sorrow jungle. there a men who like to tumble. watch the men as they rumble. watch the women support their fumbles. its alright. its alright. when you come home i'll hold you tight. i keep you warm through out the night. just don't you cry. don't bark or bite.
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Ayia, what can I say... I have so many thoughts running through my head. Once finals is over... .maybe I'll take on the world, but for now I need to sleep. | | |
| 80 pages of crap and still going. God, why do I always do everything at the last minute? Oh, well. So, I have some new rules to live by... I decided them while showering today. First, I promised myself that I would stop blogging (in the next couple of months) and start working on building a website. Second, I came to a conclusion on my favorite topic: love, lust and jealousy.
Ah, ah. Yes! That is right. I am going to break it down for you, and I want you to prepare yourself because when I break it down... I break it down into its smallest elements.... I'm talking microscopic, baby. I'm talking little bitty parts... so small if you're not deep you'll sink... not swim.... and have to go back to the start. Do you hear me? Anyway, I'm looking forward to posting it... so I guess I will punish myself and not post until my second paper is finished. So, you better pray for me... because what I have to say may save you. LOL 
Until then, keep it real, unless its fake... then just let it do its thing.
HOLLA, lpt. | | |
| Aiya! I'm supposed to be finishing my paper. I swear if it is not one thing... it's another. So, at first I couldn't get 40 pages. Now, I'm well over 40 and I'm not finished. I think I may try to get to 60 for the extra credit. I'll have to see. Knowing me, I'll run out of juice at 59. Anywho, I have to give props to my good friends Jack, James, Andrew, Stevie, and Ben. You're life savers man
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