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[blustocking]

I rented Mullholland Dr. and The Deep End.
I bought mushy things, soup, jello, etc. at the grocery store.
I have books to read, things to do, pictures to upload.
I am now getting ready for bed.
I hope (as unlikely as it is) I die in that damn chair tomorrow.
Aaaaahahahaha...I kid.

It all means nothing.
If you don't truly mean it, don't fucking say it.
I don't know who to believe anymore.

Feh.
Goodnight Moon.
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Comments

[rainstories.livejournal.com]

well, i mean it - i love you!

hope things are better!

:0)

[not-this-time.livejournal.com]

hey girl...i hope your mouth pain isn't TOO bad...i know how it sucks to get those things yanked out. :(
and by the way, i think it'd be GREAT if you moved back to the Midwest for a while...i'm so glad i did. *HUG*

and I mean it, baby!

[catwoman980.livejournal.com]

I waaaaaaaaaaant you to want me.
I neeeeeeeeeeeed you to need me.
I'd loooooooooove you to love me.
I'm beeeeeeeeeeggin' you to beg me.

I waaaaaaaaaaaaaant you to want me.
I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed you to need me.
I'd looooooooooooove you to love me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaant you to want me.
I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed you to need me.
I'd looooooooooooooove you to love me.
I'm beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeggin' you to beg me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Smile, damnit!

[qat.livejournal.com]

Eek, teeth work. Somehow I've managed to avoid the whole wisdom tooth thing so far, but I fear for not much longer.... I hope your ordeal is as painless as possible. Eat lots of pudding and soup :)

Good Luck!

[catnamedcosette.livejournal.com]

Hope the teeth pulling goes well and doesn't leave you in much pain. Mashed potatoes were my food of choice during recovery. The worst was the first night, my mom made spaghetti (my favorite food at the time) and I was forced to eat pudding while they all stuffed their faces full of pasta. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, my face was so numb that I wasn't aware of the fact that pudding was streaming down my chin because I couldn't get my mouth to fully work.