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| Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 6 | |
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ha ha , thats how I felt this mornin !!
   
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I dont fall outta bed ,
chi cha cho , what ever.. maybe it will be good luck or somethin..... 
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Im not normally like this.....Aunt flo should be making an appearance anytime......the question is when and where......
 
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dont you just love surprises !
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dear diary,
i have entered a strange darkened room. there are scheming witches lurking about with brooms in the dark. they do not appear to notice my presence. they seem to be preoccupied with other foul creatures of this dank underworld as they mutter and shake their brooms they remind me of the alleged family of notorious crazed marsupials on the forbidden island! |
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Dear Diary.....
Who forgot to pay the heating bill...it's 3F outside and way too cold.
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dear diary, i have entered a strange darkened room. there are scheming witches lurking about with brooms in the dark. they do not appear to notice my presence. they seem to be preoccupied with other foul creatures of this dank underworld as they mutter and shake their brooms they remind me of the alleged family of notorious crazed marsupials on the forbidden island! didnt I warn you not to use the bathroom on the second floor!!
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Dear Diary..... Who forgot to pay the heating bill...it's 3F outside and way too cold.
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hey! my tummy is not hurtin tonight!cool.....
but I'm tired ....... 
must go to sleep......
try out my new chi cha chu cho .......
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Dear Diary..... Who forgot to pay the heating bill...it's 3F outside and way too cold.
No....but the insulation in my house sucks and the cold comes in right through the walls. Can't afford to crank up my heat |
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Dear diary.....I was thinking about this after seeing moodygurls thread about her losing her job and not having a place to live and having to put her dog in the humane society..........
that alot of people are 1 paycheque away from being homeless...... 
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gnite purple~~~
ya taters Ive lived in places like that......hmmmmmmm hey I live in a place kinda like that right now!!!
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g'night......
my place ...brrr , REAL cold an drafty , need to glue gun the floor to the walls , insulation?? doubt if theres much ,but its better then my last place!!
put on your mittens! night! 
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gnite purple~~~
ya taters Ive lived in places like that......hmmmmmmm hey I live in a place kinda like that right now!!!
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nothing like living in a tin can!!!
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Wed 01/02/08 12:56 AM
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Turtle I look out deep into the sea , I see a turtle swimming free , I wonder,... what does it do in its lonely world ... I look away and back again and now I can see two side by side floating along , awww that must be his true.. my eyes pass and more I see , aw the turtle has a family . the day is calm and the sun is bright , I watch them slowly fade from sight . wish I could join them , and chase the night , Daddy's fin keeping me from fright . But there I sit ,... on the shore I stay ..... I'm not there kind , I cannot play . I just cant slip into their world , though leaving mine I would become unfurled , wish into the ocean I could be hurled , with the turtle and his family , floating free out in the sea , oh so happy I would be.......... dear diary, i peed in the moat and the light came on! it was a sleepwalking mirage! and when i opened a diary i found...beautiful verses today!
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thus the need for hoodies over my fuzzy jammiez and slippers that make my feet smell like rotten bologna
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I'm in In My Room........... I wish I could shut it off ........ turn it to stone , the pain of being alone. If only I could snuff it out ..... dampen the flame that singes me so. let it go.......... cant stop the darkness thats blinding me ..... in my room its to dark , and noone is finding me.... shackled to the wall by fear , cold and dark ... theres noone near.... sealed inside my box I loom , why could I never find my groom? left with a bitter taste of something sweet , never found as I retreat.. here no sound of approaching feet .... lost within I feel defeat... the air it smells of bitter cold , as I sit and inward fold .. curling up , furling tight .... black forever and ever night .. I've lost my sight ... no more do I want to see , the pain that washes over me..... the dreams I had but never did see..... the lonely world that swallowed me. another one has experienced the bizarre isolation of this dream before me! |
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thus the need for hoodies over my fuzzy jammiez and slippers that make my feet smell like rotten bologna
there is a disgusting odor which lingers however (waving hand before a wrinkled nose)
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Dear diary......everyone needs one of those friends who will throw them in the pool when they are too chicken.....
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