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September 23rd, 2003
09:39 pm - CANDYCOATEDWATERDROPS
What is this
Mass confusion
This crazy way we're living
This emptiness we're passing out
Like candycoatedwaterdrops
I'm spilling out my thoughts
You're spilling out your guts
And i can't help but stop and think that
If the world stopped spinning
If the end was beginning
Would you even notice if i wasn't there?
If the world stopped spinning around
"all that's worth dying for is already dead"
An empty religion you've learned to accept
When nothing means everything, your
Daily routine
You go through the motions like a
Helpless machine
You're spinning 'round
You're spinning 'round
But i can't help wondering
You're spinning 'round
You're spinning 'round
But i can't help wondering
When the answers to everything are right
In your hands
You lose your conviction, but you can't
Help standing
On the one thing that held you for so
Many years
You ask for forgiveness and hold back the
Tears
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/exhausted_sp.gif) drained
Current Music: Plumb - Candy Coated Water Drops
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09:07 pm - It doesn't matter now.
Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl had a boyfriend whom she thought she loved, but he didn't seem to reciprocate the feeling. This made the girl ache on the inside while she put on a happy face. She became more and more convinced as the days went on that her boyfriend wasn't who she was searching for...........
There is a fly whizzing around my room... it's driving me fucking INSANE!!!!! I wish I was a frog. A frog with good aim.... mmm... protein. Aaanyway... It's September. That's the biginning of fall. I like the fall... it just so happens to be my favourite season... and do you know why?.... because it gets cold and everything DIES.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/stressed_sp.gif) restless
Current Music: Kate Rusby - Drowned Lovers
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08:47 pm - Ahh... Nightmares....
You are Sally the Ragdoll...usually shy, sweet, but
bold when you have to rescue someone you care
about, you fall in love rarely but deeply.
Perhaps at the moment you have someone special
on your mind that you feel is a bit
unattainable. You are willing to do about
anything for people you love, even if it puts
you at risk...you have a big heart.
What character from The Nightmare Before Christmas Are You?
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This is actually one of my favourite movies ever. I'm surprised that I didn't come out as Jack, though. Meh.... fun, nonetheless.
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September 15th, 2003
09:55 pm - Meow!
Fight Club!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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You represent... insanity.
You're quite a quirky little creature. You're
emotions are varying. You may appear childish
and innocent, but you have a tendency to freak
out. You're incredibly random, but it's good
to be unique. People know you're an odd one,
but you certainly don't mind.
What feeling do you represent?
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Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/happy_sp.gif) amused
Current Music: Evanescence - Tourniquet
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September 14th, 2003
12:41 am - I have a tooth growing out of my ass.
WHEEE! drunken fun-ness. I am over at my darling friend Kris's house.... and... well... very drunk. I do not know what to say... monkeys might fly out of my ass soon... so pay no attention to that.
Squee? I think so. I really do.
You know what? I like Brandon Lee. I take that back. I LOVE Brandon Lee. No, I'm not one of those fucked up little cult film lover wannabe posers. I just want to fuck him up the ass with a purple strap-on dildo... but not really. Honestly, I would turn into a necrophiliac for that man... HOLY HELL he's hot. Indeed
Oh my god. I'm fuckin' thirstier than Jesus.... Jesus on the crucifix.... after an entire day or two in the roasting sun with my eyelids cut off.
I really wanna pick my nose right now. Is that gross? I mean really. When you get one of those big, dirty, dry-ass boogies stuck in there and it's hindering your ability to concentrate.... well... it sucks. It licks the left testicle of a beefalo in the wintertime, actually. Yes, I did say "beefalo".
You know what else sucks? My dog is dying. Chronic renal failure or some such shit. In other words, his little kidneys are failing and he's bleeding from many orafaces. My poor special little guy. His name's Chico. Lets pay a little tribute to the special pup here, aight? He's on his deathbed and needs a little lovins. No. I'm not bawling my eyes out right now, but its not because I'm a heartless bitch and I'm not sad at all. Oh no. Quite the contraire. He's my BABY... like... my CHILD. I love him so much it hurts. But I'm drinking my sorrows away tonight while he's stuck in the ICU at the animal hospital... and THEY WONT LET ME VISIT HIM. I'll have to put a picture of him up... and make a tribute to him or something. I might just do that.... but for now, DRINK!
CHUGCHUGCHUGCHUGCHUG CHUG CHUG Chug Chug Chug chug chug chug chug chug......................
SCENE: Camping. Kylene is passed out in a gravel pit.... about 30 metres from her tent. (Didn't -quite- make it. She drools a little out of the left side of her mouth as her friends set up a circle of marshmallows around her so that the 'coons'll come eat her. Camp quote of the year:
"Sometimes ye just gotta giv'er. You gave'er, then you gave'er s'more...but Kylene, yer DONE givin'er." --- Bitchie
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/drunk_sp.gif) drunk
Current Music: Judas Priest - Blood Stained
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July 10th, 2003
12:33 am - Pumpkins! (aka-about me.)
First off, I'd like to thank the wonderful Queen Demorgana for giving me the little password thingy to create this journal. (I luzzes you pumpkin!) Although only a recent friend of mine, she's very dear to me. So no one go talking any shit about her or I'll be in your face SO fast... ya hear? My shoe will be permanently lodged in your asshole sideways. I'm glad you all understand. Now, for me.
I'm a rather insane (I prefer "crazy") 18 year old with cynical views on everything. Sure, there might be the random optimistic "Yay! Lookit all the pretty pink flowers!" days, but they are few and far between.
My butt hurts. I think it's asleep. Mmm... numb ass.
I listen to all sorts of twisted music such as Marilyn Manson, NIN, Mindless Self Indulgence, A Perfect Circle, TOOL etc... and just to offset that, my favourite song of all time is Hotel California and my favourite band is actually Great Big Sea.
Do any of you know quite how painful a yeast infection is? Fuckin' hell... at least I don't have the whole cottage cheese aspect of it... I think I'd rather kill myself than have a cheesy vagina.
Ahh... that leads me to another thing... I am entirely too open about things. You don't like it? Go away. You like it? Well... good for you, you sick, perverted freak. I like you already.
I am entirely against war, racism, prejudice, animal cruelty, womanizing, pop-culture, fashion trends, stereotypes, judgment, the entire criminal system, rape, violence... and the list goes on. Basically, if it is degrading, hurts anyone/anything, or brainwashes anyone, I don't like it. In fact, I despise it.
I love animals. Give me any animal: I love it. (Animals not including evil insects that bite me and I have horrible allergic reactions to. Those ones can die a miserable death. Mind you, I still refuse to kill any of them... maybe because I'm stupid. I don't know.) I am the human of three wonderful pups and a psychotic cat. They are my babies, but to be honest, they own me and I'm their bitch. They have me wrapped around those adorable little paws of theirs, and they fucking know it...the little bastards.
Wow... I just pulled out three of my own eyelashes. How very nifty.
Now for the fun part... I've had an eating disorder for 9 years of my life now. Yes, 9. And I'm 18... that's HALF OF MY LIFE for all those non-math whizzes. It started off as anorexia, but quickly turned into bulimia. So, basically, I ate nothing but maybe half an apple or a carrot stick a day for a year, then decided I liked food too much and started eating like a motherfucking horse and puking it all up. Very attractive, don't you think? I just got out of the hospital about a month and a half ago (which was the worst 6 months of my life.... "recovery" my ass... can we say ass-raping torture?) and have been doing surprisingly well since. I can eat normal meals without hocking my guts out. Horray for me. This is the big thing... so... if anyone has any questions about eating disorders, or has one themself and needs/wants someone to talk to, I'm your man. Or woman.
Although there are times when I wish I was a man... like when I really need to take a piss and I'm somewhere rather public, having a penis would make life much easier. Just whip it out, wizz, shake it, and zip up. Fuckin' right. But noooo.... I had to be born a chick so that I bleed once a month and get yeast infections and bear children and have to pop a fucking squat to pee.
Aaaand I'm spent for now... there will be more to come later... not necessarily about myself, though. If you want to know anything else, feel free to ask. There's honestly nothing I wouldn't answer.
Later
~Ky~ (K-Y....like the jelly.)
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