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would you like to hear the gayest most retarded thing of all time? did you know.. depending on what blood type you possess, your personality is influenced by it? well, actually, i don't think that's true at all. simply because it's your blood. sure, it may carry parts of your DNA and shit, but you control your personality, not your blood. PLUS, say i had a blood transfusion.. do i attain the personality traits of the kind-hearted person who gave me their blood?? i think not..

MSN is gay. why did i ever start going on it again. it just fucks things up. i mean, it's all i do. i'm fucking always on, and i never used to be. i went a whole year without going on, and come September i'm on it again. i thought MSN was gay, and i would hate to think that my views have changed on that subject. it's so impersonal..

i have also decided i want to completely boycot the idea of purses. they're a pain in the shoulder and they never stay on and they're just.. a pain. i want a utility belt. or tons of pockets. so i don't have to worry about leaving my purse somewhere or something. do you women know what i mean?!?!

doesn't it suck feeling unneeded? i mean, i don't even see the point of this anymore. i don't think it's really going anywhere.. it's been 3 months. and nothing's happened. i rarely see him.. we talk on the phone during the week, never on weeknights either.. 'cause he's always doing stuff. but i mean, i feel like i'm most definitely wasting my time. if i stopped this 3 months ago, where would i be? i put off some things because of him.. what if i didn't? where would i be..






but sometimes it's so worth it. i mean, do you ever replay things in your mind and it just makes you tingly everywhere and you see it as the best thing ever..you remember everything and how hot you were for him.. but then it's like trying to squeeze water from a rock. someone recently questioned me. "you guys are such dorks.. all you do is text message". and i thought, hey, that's so true. we only really talk through text message and the phone.. and well, i think i'll stop writing on this topic. 'cause it's starting to get really personal. and yeah.. UMMM something happy.

so yeah, my blood type is O+. know what that means? well, my friends, it measn that i thrive on intense excercise. this is SO true, clearly proven by the fact that i thrive on writing in this blog everyday... i wonder if excercise can be reduced to just your fingers instead of the whole body, which i'm sure that's what is implied..
ALSO, i would be a good therapist (possibly), salesperson (definitely), or banker (who woulda thought?). i think my career choice dilemmas have been solved! oh where would i be without my trusty blood.

fuck today sucks. i'm freezing. and who am i kidding? i can't log off MSN, i can only appear offline. i fuckin' hate it. like.. to the MAX.

blood's pretty fucked if all the above is the result of it.

"Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money
buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
Hes a rich man so hes no longer singin the blues
Hes singing songs about material things
and platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he aint singing from the heart
Sooner or later hes just gonna fall apart
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
and thats putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Passion is love for material
--And its gone..gone..going..gone
..everything gone..give a damn..
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing..
gone people..up arkward with their things..Gone
--You see yourself in the mirror and ya
Feel safe coz it looks familiar but ya
Afraid to open up your soul coz ya
Don't really know
Don't really know"