staaaaacedog!

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this dawgs gunna be a loan agent!

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i would like to make a post...so here it is.
i am sad, and lately the only way to escape this sadeness is to climb into a bottle, much to my dispise...you could say i've been swimming in the deep end tonight...i'll do it to myself so i won't remember falling asleep, then i'll awake with the same dull pain.
the same lack of love..
the same empty void...

and once again, so it goes

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give me vodka or give me death

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2006...fuck
has it really been this long???
where have the years,sunsets,bottles of vodka,nights at dennys,long kisses in the rain,innocence and people gone?

shit, still a pretty good year

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As usual I have to poo when the cleaning ladies are here. Every week this happens. They come in, start cleaning and BAM my butthole starts screamin'. So unfortunate.

Current Mood: have to poo!

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I'm listening to So it Goes right now. God guys I am so FUCKING HYPER right now it's absurd. 3 in the morning, close to death finishing my pontificatory essay. My heart has been racing all day lately. Like it never slows down even when I concentrate on it and think of peaceful shit. Okay I'm gonna try to sleep now. I love you all.

Current Mood: schizophrenic

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i really really have to go poop right now, but i cannot because someone is in the shower...
my life is boring and my belly big

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Hi guys
I'm gonna do that thing again, cause it helps me study when someone else knows that I'm doing so but I will give you some information on my day as well. Today I have a 9 am lecture. I got there in plenty of time. I came back and took a two hour nap and dreamt about vague inexplicable things. I woke up 15 minutes ago and I have two essays left to write for my 7 essay portfolio due tomorrow. I also have to go to the museum for one of these papers. So I'd really like to finish one in the next hour, then go to the museum and the work on that for the rest of the day. Tonight I am going to see Belle and Sebastian do a DJ set at the student union. I am on the queue jump list cause I'm fucking cool like that. So here we go: No music, internet or non-intellectual fun-having for the next hour and 5 minutes. Crannogs here I come.

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Ahem. Because I know how interesting my study habits are to the three of you, I've decided to once again let you know that I will now write my paper about stone-built monuments in Neolithic Scotland for the next one hour and eighteen minutes. Of course the usual silence and internet abstinence are required. I would also like to say that I have never wanted to write a paper less in my whole life, or at least the last six months. Farm out, yo.

Current Mood: filled with analytical dread

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staaaaaaaaaaacedaaaaaaaaaaaaawg...
i'm not happy but i'm not sad..
i want to wash cupcakes dowm with beer...
i want to rock out to wish you were here...
i want there to be someone here with half a brain i can talk to...
in your case it's be a brain and a half, cause you're sexy like that

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Hello! It is now 7:09 pm. I worked steadily, as promised, and finished one of my 1,000 word essays. Two down, five to go. I will now start working on a third 1,000 word essay, because I am now in super-charged homework mode. When I feel like it I will have the aforementioned cigarette. My tumby rumbles. rumble ramble romble it says. feed me veggie lasagna. feed me beer. feed me cigarettes. feed me tea.

Current Mood: accomplished!

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I, stacedog, promise not to smoke a cigarette, read livejournal or listen to music until 7 pm tonight. That is 1 1/2 hours away and I will steadily do homework until that point. If I fail to deliver on this promise I will try, try again until I succeed.

Current Mood: tummy love

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I confirm!
stacedog and scottdog have secrets.
they have secret email accounts.
they have secret deadjournals.
they have secret realms of self-expression.
they have secrets.

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ruff ruff my friends...
ruff ruff

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Listening to George Michael. Faith. We listened to that sooo many fucking times in Lavinia. Robyn and Scott necking on the hood of the car. Back when my sister wasn't the way she is now.

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stacedog says what

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