Tag: depression
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professional
Tuesday September 17th, 2002 1. Oh really, Crushmaster? Someone has just all of a sudden developed a crush on me using “ae” before my domain name? and “gs”? Really? Oh, silly me. 2. When the fuck did I originally design this page if I just used “indigo” as a BGCOLOR instead’o a sexi-hexi decimal number? […]
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mush
Thursday August 8th Very very very much did not want to get out of bed today, as today is a Low Self Esteem Day. Or rather, a feeling that I am just very incompetant and untalented. Realising that there’s actually a boy in my class who’s kinda cute and intelligent made me perk up a […]
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Saturday the 30th of December – 2000
I sat down to write a review of sorts of this year, then I just suddenly got hit by this big patch’o blue, which I am taking as a good sign, because while I feel like shit right now, this means that my period won’t be due for a couple’o days. I’d forgotton about how […]
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After the party
I don’t always look completely glamourous, you know. For your entertainment, and my very strange vanity, I present the following – the Party Aftermath. Taken around 2am this morning, after a night out on the three D’s – dressing up, drinking and dancing. Heh. I’ve been cam-obsessed lately. This afternoon I had to send in […]
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Red Book I
These are highlights from my journal that I kept in my red book in Australia. Obviously, it’s not everything. I was doing a whole bunch of thinking, and no one needs to read all of that. But these are the entertaining highlight parts. Sunday, June 18th, 2000 So, on that note, let’s move on to […]
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365
Friday June 16th, 2000 There’s a little red balloon in my ICQ box, which must mean that it’s after midnight, and it’s now my birthday. Happy Birthday me. Yay me. Yay. The big two oh now. I can legally drink. Oh no wait, that’s 18 now. So I guess there’s nothing special about it. I’m […]
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Fluffy
It’s a week until my birthday, which means it’s a week and one day until I can get the hell out of here. It’s also 5 days until the new macdonalds burgers come out. Yes, I am measuring time tragically. Bear with me. This morning I was woken up by hearing Brad walking into the […]
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Sleepy
Well, my peppermint tea is stewing, so yes, I will write an entry now. It’s strange, I used to always love writing my journal, but lately it seems a tiny bit forced, like I have to assure people I am actually still alive, no matter what I feel like. I don’t like appearing to be […]
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binge and purge
Is it ironic at all that I lay in bed reading about Victim Feminisim while Fiona Apple wailed away on my stereo? Because of vomitting and long late night long distance phone calls and that sort of thing, I didn’t go into tech today. I did, however, get out of bed to give Clayton the converter plug, without which […]
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“I am not your Elizabeth. I am no man’s Elizabeth”
Wednesday 24; February, 1999 “Woman, you’ve got too many brambles, hiding under these bushes” – ‘Cooling’ – Tori Amos I felt so nauseous on the bus on the way into town all morning today, not in a hungover way (cos god knows I was awake long enough to sober up). I was glad that Clayton […]
Hubris 