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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Thu May 18th, 2006 at 08:55:11 AM PDT
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An addition to Dead Air's entry:
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Kids -- Stay In School and Don't Do Drugs
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Wed May 22nd, 2002 at 09:53:49 PM PDT
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In homage to my ancestors I use my original name, down a few drinks, and risk making a bitch out of myself.
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"The World Won't Listen"
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Wed Oct 24th, 2001 at 03:52:09 PM PDT
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I am not who you think I am, and I really don't have time for this.
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After booze, breakfast.
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Sun Sep 16th, 2001 at 01:42:20 PM PDT
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And after astouding national catastrophies, karaoke.
And polls.
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"What a REAL Diary Entry Might Look Like"
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Sat Sep 1st, 2001 at 10:58:25 PM PDT
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That is, if it's one of mine.
a.k.a.- A Notable Absence Of Any Contrived, Half-Ass Attempt At Cleverness.
Yes, even if I am using that pretentious anomaly of the preceding sentence as a sub-title for the following ramblings...
And there's a poll, if it isn't devoured...
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"beautiful loser what hearts have left you now"
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Wed Aug 22nd, 2001 at 10:29:15 PM PDT
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Yes, I'm drinking.
No big shock there, of course.
I also splurged & gulped a Vicodin, which I feel free to blame on all of the recent references to painkillers here on SOS.
But I won't blame anyone or thing for my love of liquor---not even genetic inheritance, because that would just be way too easy.
And I do prefer to do things the hard way, which I'm probably not sober enough to justify with any sort of explanation.
Damn those goddamn Germans & their hearty, alcoholic constitutions!!!...It all theirfault!!!...Ummm...
This is probably going to be my last diary entry here...At least for a while, that is... And there's an explanation enclosed, if that's something you're in the mood to waste time reading.
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"Come Armageddon! Come!"
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Sun Aug 19th, 2001 at 01:42:50 PM PDT
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It's Sunday, and it seems like someone had to quote that ("Everday Is Like Sunday", for your anti-Mozz kids who refuse to give such lyrical beauty half a chance) song sooner or later. Since I'm just so enamored with the words of others, I figured that I'd take it upon myself.
The thing is, I'm actually listening to Ms. Holiday right now and what I really would like to say is--- "Please, don't talk about me when I'm gone." Thanks!
P.S. Even though I'd prefer you not speak of it later, please do take my poll.
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"My brain hurt like a warehouse. It had no room to spare"
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By ceruleannina, Section Diaries Posted on Sat Aug 18th, 2001 at 01:47:03 AM PDT
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I feel like hell, and that word's not quite working for the feeling.
Inhale.
It's going to be a short one.
Exhale.
Four letter word, with a sound like cut.
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