the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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1:55 p.m. + 2004-03-11 = -

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i apologise [profusely] for the silence. diarylanding has taken on somewhat of a chore-ness. and i abhor chores and chore-like things.

it's not like i wouldn't've done the dishes before mum arrived home from her latest airtrek. it was being asked to do it. politely-so even. it bothered me.

point is, i haven't had a cohesive strand of sentences worth technapublication on top of being so burnt out in every which way that sitting at computer is absolutely the last thing i want to do.

ugh. none of this is coming out right. i fear misconstruement in one particular case.

here're the big blahs:

--i don't like going to work anymore. in fact, i somewhat dread and loathe it.

--same can be said about living at home/in st. peter.

--i can't seem to keep afloat financially and breaking-even is something for which i am forced to strive.

--the prior is only made worse by the increase in cigarette, alcohol and grapefruit soda consumption. The lattest reaking havok upon my sensitivas tastebuds.

--my room was "almost-clean" for a day. now it's dreadful again.

--my tape player destroyed my "i love you" mixtape on the same day that the evil, gay cat made confetti out of the would-be accompanying v-day card... and i've been too now-the-work-is-over-i'm-just-going-to-drink-whiskey-in-bed -ish to remake.

--winter's gone awol.

--i'm feeling loster than the lostliest of lost.

--i'm always like this when my aloofness wanes.

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