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[16 Jul 2007|11:54am] |
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Hi, remember me?
I'd love to tell you how I am, and what I've been doing with myself, but really all I have to offer at the moment is confusion and self doubt. So maybe later.
Tell me what I've missed; how have you been?
And for those who don't know...
I chopped off all my hair.
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[07 Nov 2006|09:55pm] |
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I might as well be a dog on a leash; just lead, and I'll follow. But one of these days, when/if I grow a backbone, I'll bite your fingers off.
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[24 Oct 2006|06:15pm] |
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I just want to start all over.
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[20 Oct 2006|09:17pm] |
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Apparently all being OCD about taking care of your teeth gets you is a mouthful of cavities -- who knew?
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[18 Oct 2006|09:09pm] |
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Was it that love wasn't enough, or that there wasn't enough love? I no longer know the difference, and I never knew the answer; the outcome (note: not the ending) will always be the same, anyway, so I guess it really doesn't matter. I'm just tired. Tired of caring about something I never had any control over. Tired of always having to be the strong one. Tired of always being second-best, and tired of hope always getting in the way of closure.
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[15 Oct 2006|08:13pm] |
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Windows down, heat on,
nothing but Led Zeppelin to keep me company = happiness.
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[11 Oct 2006|03:38am] |
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My mother has so much drive and ambition it's almost sickening.
I have to hand it to her though; the woman is fearless.
I used to think I was a lot like her, but lately, I feel anything but.
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[09 Oct 2006|07:56pm] |
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"You're not gonna cry, are you?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"No."
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[08 Oct 2006|06:28pm] |
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I think I've forgotten how to relax. Sunday is my only day off now, and I've just been bored all day. I woke up for breakfast around 10:30 and then went straight back to bed until 2:30, merely to kill time until I had something better to do. But I don't. All of my friends go to church on Sundays and then spend the rest of the day with their families. I don't go to church, and my family bothers me, so this creates a problem.
I say that I'm better at being alone, but damn, sometimes I sure do get lonely.
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[07 Oct 2006|05:18pm] |
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Dear attention whore of my life,
You make me sick.
Sincerely disgusted,
Rebekah
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[07 Oct 2006|12:07am] |
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I have to work every Saturday again.
Fuck being dependable and competent; it always screws me over.
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[02 Oct 2006|08:54pm] |
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I got so disgusted with our fridge tonight. Seriously, all that was in there was condiments and molding vegetables. I don't usually go in the fridge, because I am never home, and no one else goes in there because they never expect to find food, and my mom doesn't cook. So anyway, I took it upon myself to clean the damn thing out and go grocery shopping. So now the fridge is clean and we have food. Yay.
As funny as falling was earlier, it just hurts really bad now. My whole left hip and lower back hurt, and my left elbow is kind of swollen. Lovely.
Another comedic thing that happened today: I was breaking down lettuce for salads, and went to pick up the bowl with all the melted ice so I could dump the water out. I ended up spilling a lot of it on my breast area, and I was wearing my white work-shirt. Spencer told me I should work the floor so we would make better tips. I told him to shove it and stop looking at my boobs. Heh... as much as I hate working there sometimes, there are a lot of little things that I am going to miss.
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[02 Oct 2006|03:47pm] |
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I wiped out at work today. Lacey had just mopped the kitchen, and I'd had my back turned to her the entire time, so I didn't notice. Then this lady came up asking for a To-Go box, so I turned around to get her one and fell flat on my back. Everyone just starred at me dumb-founded while I started laughing uncontrollably. That's how I deal with pain and embarrassment: I laugh.
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[30 Sep 2006|09:38pm] |
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i'm gonna give up caffiene.
i'm not gonna give up cigarettes.
not quite yet, anyway.
so blow me.</center.
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[30 Sep 2006|05:48pm] |
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I was still in bed this morning when I got a phone call asking if I could cover Ryan's shift at work, because he had to leave. Being the good employee that I am, I said okay. I didn't have to, but I did. It seems like I am always sacrificing my own happiness to help other people out, and I am seriously sick of it. I feel selfish for even saying that, but whatever.
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| Oh my god, I miss working on Saturdays... |
[16 Sep 2006|05:07pm] |
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Ryan: No dude, Megan's are definitely bigger.
Spencer: No, I'm pretty sure Katie's are bigger, man... believe me.
Ryan: Whatever! Megan's are huge, you don't know what you're talking about.
Spencer: Actually, I do. I've seen 'em.
Ryan: WHAT?!
Me: Oh dear...
Oh, and if you ever happen to be in Tullahoma, Tennessee, don't go to the Applebee's there; I found raw chicken in my food. Luckily I pay attention to what I'm putting in my mouth, so I noticed before I ate it.
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[11 Sep 2006|04:40pm] |
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So I went to get my Tennessee license today, and I failed the fucking eye test. How could I have failed that? I've always had perfect vision and have never needed glasses... now all of a sudden I can't focus with my right eye and overall can't see jack shit.
I also had food poisoning yesterday. Or a 24 hour Flu... I'm not really sure. All I know is that I threw up a lot and wanted to kill myself. Being that I am sore today and the smell of food still makes me a little queasy, I stayed home from work. AND SPEAKING OF WORK, the new girl is an idiot. Not even in the hey-I'm-new-so-I-don't-know-the-ropes-yet kind of way; just in the HEY, I'M STUPID! kind of way.
Fuck fuck fuck.
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[08 Sep 2006|11:26pm] |
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I've been eighteen for twenty-one days, and basically all I have to show for it so far is nearly $12,000 in debt that I did not have before my birthday. Welcome to adulthood, Rebekah; get used to watching all of your dreams swirl down the fucking toilet.
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[30 Aug 2006|11:56am] |
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i am really really really bored. and hungry. and my stitches itch. and Jennah broke my speakers. and i haven't seen any of my friends in what seems like years. and i can't go anywhere. and i'm hungry. and i'll never have any privacy again. and i'm going to be broke soon because i'm not working. and when i can finally go back to work it's going to suck because stephanie quit. and my boss is an asshole. and DID I MENTION that i am HUNGRY?!
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