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[05 Oct 2006|12:16pm] |
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i need a vacation. my brain and my body are really shitting the bed, and i don't know why the fuck i'm writing in livejournal. this will probably be the last time ever so good riddance.
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[17 Aug 2006|11:54pm] |
hahaha
do a google search for: lia ottaviano
the first two results display an excellent portrayal in a few short words, if i do say so myself.
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[28 Jun 2006|11:38am] |
the more i see the less i know
the more i like to let it go
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[10 Jun 2006|01:08am] |
cause lately i've had to come to grips with scope and figure.
how my problems stack up in a world two steps from ruin.
or maybe it's rapture.
well either way i realize that my shit's about as small as it could be
but that makes me feel worse for even feeling this bad in the first place.
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[18 May 2006|06:17pm] |
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i am drinking wine by myself. i hate wine, and i'm not a huge fan of drinking by myself. or being scheisted. moving out is such a pain in the ass. i wish i had a permanent residence. sweet, erin is home. she is a woman of her word. goodbye.
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[17 Feb 2006|02:50pm] |
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i am going insane.
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[13 Feb 2006|09:10am] |
I HATE FUCKING THROWING UP.
now i know why i normally shy away from food.
thank you , lesson learned.
:(
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| i've gone and quit my worshipping of the false gods and golden sins |
[09 Feb 2006|12:49am] |
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today, while i was walking into work, shielded from the brutal, whipping wind by only my thin, cheap, aging black jacket...well anyway, my mom pulled up and said "LIA I FOUND YOUR CELL PHONE, IT WAS UNDERNEATH THE FRONT TIRE OF MY CAR,I ALMOST RAN IT OVER, THANK GAHHHHHDDDDDD." i love mymom. i also love jenny lewis. and bob dylan. oh bobbbbbbbbb how i wish i could go back in time to when you were in your prime, and you could write me melodies whilst i bathed in your golden aura of genius and genuine beauty.
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[27 Jan 2006|12:37pm] |
whyyyyyy the fuck do i keep getting sick this winter? phlegm, please exit my lungs immediately.
i think belligerence is the only cure.
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| the dramas of our young lives |
[26 Jan 2006|03:45pm] |
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the situations that holly, erin and i get ourselves into...i mean, is it just us? because it seems that every year we are forced to deal with circumstances so ridiculous they almost seem fictional...jesus h.
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[07 Jan 2006|08:57pm] |
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( #2 )
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[05 Jan 2006|12:34am] |
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until your next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's workin
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| nothign good happens after midnight |
[02 Jan 2006|01:00pm] |
for anybody that is wondering what happened on new years, and for my own purposes, since i may want to look back on this for some sick, warped reason some day. actually, probably not. but anway....
everything was all well and good and excellent, because that is how parties at 138 central usually are. correct? correct. however, while i was sitting on the couch in living room number two at around 130, engaged in a lovely conversation with my good friends glenn and kristie, i was informed about a tangle breaking out in the hallway. ever curious, i decided to rise and take a look for myself. fucking stupid asshole bald lou was in the bathroom with his boys, smashing our towel rack and door and shelf and lightswitch, because he likes to try to prove that he is not a dripping vagina by having rage problems. so okay, fine. i understand shit gest broken at parties, and i was prepared to deal with it. i made a mental note in my brain that lou was a flaming hemherroid and to never talk to him again, and made my way out to investigate further .in my room, directly across from the bathroom, another group of young men were screaming obscenities across the hallway. holly, erin, ashley, and whoever else and i try to be mediators and get everyone to calm down. hmmmm. not so much. i was standing in the doorway to my room and lou fucking rushed it and the only way i wasn't going to be thrown through the window was if i clung onto somebody. now brilliant drunk lia, who , let us keep in mind, is five feet, a half an inch tall, is leeching herself to the side of a stranger and of course gets tossed to the ground in the shuffle. i don't even know if any punches got thrown because everybody involved was a tremendous pussy. well, maybe punches did get thrown, but only at seventeen year old girls. phat. that's really tough and fabulous of you. anyway, ashley saved my life so i didn't get tmy face stepped in, only my arm stepped on, and iw as hysterical, and everyone was hysterical, and then i looked into my room and my bed was broken into two pieces and there were splinters of wood and my shit was everywhere. nobody would get the fuck out of our house and somebody puked in the sink so i told him to grown a brain and threw a cat head magnet at him. the rest of the night was just coated in imminent amounts of shit. i swear to god, if that ever happens and hoards of douchebags that i barely know refuse to get out of my house, i will be on the phone with the narragnsett po pos, and that is a promise.i woke up in the morning and my digital camera AND M Y FUCKING BOWL were gone and one hundred dollars was missing from my wallet. but whoever did that, thank you very much for leaving me two singles. that was really incredibly thoughtful of you. in summation, i am absolutely astounded at the events that occured on new years eve. i knew that human beings could be enormous pieces of shit, but this gives all of you a whole new definition. we were just trying to be nice and have a fun party and this is the thanks we get. i feel like a girl defeated. i guess some people don't have a good side and it's a waste of time trying to find one.
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| the good times are killing me |
[01 Jan 2006|03:57pm] |
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i have never, in my life, witnessed such blatant disrespect for another person's home, belongings, or well-being. absolutely fucking unbelievable. my arm has a bruise on it in the shape of a footprint.
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[30 Dec 2005|11:21pm] |
dear bitches,
138 central is hosting a new year's eve party tomorrow night. we figured it was the right thing to do. everybody is more than welcome, if you don't already have plans just head on over, bring your friends, and hotties, and alcohol and weed and carpool and park at town hall and get ready to have a fantastic time. lataaaaaaa peace
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[13 Dec 2005|04:56pm] |
i may have an extra saves the day ticket,
if any of you anal navigators are interested.
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| WHAT THE FUCK. |
[06 Dec 2005|09:54am] |
ROBERT CAROTHERS TAKES IT UP THE CHOCOLATE CANAL. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS.
anddddd im off to get frostbite.
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[21 Nov 2005|10:20am] |
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she knows
they all want her to go
but that's okay man,
she don't like them anyway
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