i know i've said it a zillion times this school yr, but i'll make it a zillion and one. I WANT MY FUCKING CAR, YOU PIGS!!!!!! the number of cases of depression on this campus are significantly higher than the national average. i say it's because there is shit-all to do here. when you have a car, it all goes away. you escape from alcatraz.
i can't wait for tim burton's new movie! i never knew that russians used to slaughter jewish women like that, but it seems like something they would do. and johnny depp is always dead sexy, even if it's just his voice.
v-day was disgusting as usual. i have to remind myself to send myself some flowers & candy next year. i'll probably have forgotten about it by then, and will be pleasantly surprised to receive them. i can even pretend that i have a secret admirer! oh joy and rapturement! i'm going into paroxysms of glee just thinking about it! anthropological studies have determined that women measure the success in their lives by the success of their romantic relationships. having never had an actual boyfriend, i feel like shit. waitwaitWAIT!!!! the greeting card companies have conspired to make me feel like shit every year! and the florists, and russell stover's, etc., etc., ad nauseum. every fucking v-day this bullshit. oh look, she's got roses, she's got chocolates in a fucking heart-shaped red foil-coated box, that person over there has a fucking GIANT TEDDY BEAR BIGGER THAN HER FUCKING HEAD!!!! AND THE TEDDY BEAR HAS 'I LOVE YOU' EMBROIDERED ON HIS GIANT FURRY CHEST!!!! i'll tell you what it is, society has deluded us into believing that we need this fucking bullshit. damn candlelit dinners, fucking walking along holding hands, looking happy dammit! i don't need this! stop trying to convince me that i'll never be happy unless i find my fucking soulmate by next fucking feb. 14th, that i'll die alone and be found three weeks later half-eaten by an alsatian!
but actually, we don't need to talk about me the whole time. we can talk about you too. wait, what did you just say? i can bitch about my petty personal problems as much as i want to? what is this, my own personal journal?! what's that? it is?! oh. well then, you can leave. go back to your own fucking webpage. why are you still reading this? the entry is over. grab your hat and head for the door. in case ya didn't notice, there ain't any more! adios, au revior, wiedersehen, ta ta ta,goodnight, get lost, get out!
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... if i have money, i'll send you something next year. as it is, i'm saving the little i do have for senior week with you.
oh yeah, and happy valentines day. since at least i love you.
<3 mich
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Anonymous, at 11:58 PM
i had to read the entry cuz i saw it and it said fucking like a billion times and ended with tata's.
anyways, i won't convince you of anything. quite frankly i think v-day is just another holiday in a line of holidays i tend not to celebrate. it starts with thanksgiving (cuz of course i celebrate halloween) then christmas then valentine's day then father's day (why the hell would i celebrate that?) then easter. holidays= pointless time consuming consumer-driven wastes of...dignity? yes dignity!
just think of the fine fiennes men. and i pronounce if fee-ens. am i wrong? hmmm...
loverly,
nannnnnnnnnnan
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Anonymous, at 6:39 PM
but nancy! father's day is in june, and thus AFTER easter. perhaps you meant st. patrick's day? and i think you celebrate mother's day, since you seem to love your mom, so it's only that one that you do have some good feelings towards.
and holidays are simply there as a way to deliver people like you and the lovely jo, and sister danda back to me.
<3 mich
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Anonymous, at 10:52 PM
i see you haven't posted in a while. too busy with a man? literally Aman. =P
don't stay out too long dearies.
nanners
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