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my muse takes the shape of:: bedroom
would you love me if i was:: 
rejuvenated
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03 April 2008 @ 12:31 am
my muse takes the shape of:: bed-room
would you love me if i was:: 
awake
awakebrought to you by:: mewithoutYou
19 February 2008 @ 04:09 pm
( New fav song )
I just bought two mewithoutYou records :)
my muse takes the shape of:: library
brought to you by:: mewithoutYou of course
17 February 2008 @ 05:47 pm
I am completely drained, and drinking doesn't seem to be helping.
I need to get my act together.
I need to get my act together.
would you love me if i was:: 
sleepy
sleepy31 January 2008 @ 10:46 am
my muse takes the shape of:: Social Science Centre
would you love me if i was:: 
contemplative
contemplativebrought to you by:: some guy hammering
30 January 2008 @ 11:56 pm
My sister just called to ask me if she can come visit in February, and then to ask me how to book a bus, and then to ask me if she could use my credit card... but at least she's coming to visit :)
My God, it's past midnight, I'm watching an episode of South Park on mute, that I already watched on mute once today, I have a pile of laundry to still do, and I have to be up in 7 hours.
Graduation will be such sweet sweet bliss.
my muse takes the shape of:: living roooooooom as usual.
would you love me if i was:: 
geeky
geekybrought to you by:: my dryer tumbling.. i think there's a roll of coins in there
28 January 2008 @ 12:40 am
my muse takes the shape of:: living room
would you love me if i was:: sleepy
sleepybrought to you by:: nothing
27 January 2008 @ 08:51 pm
Time to start this up again.
Luke left today. I just finished eating leftovers from dinner he made me last night. I'm very very full, but very very happy.
I wrote him a really bad poem a couple of weeks ago (still unfinished, actually.. the cheesy lines were interupted by a fight). I meant to give what I had to him, and I forgot. Probably best, it should be finished.
He's leaving for a month.
Luke left today. I just finished eating leftovers from dinner he made me last night. I'm very very full, but very very happy.
I wrote him a really bad poem a couple of weeks ago (still unfinished, actually.. the cheesy lines were interupted by a fight). I meant to give what I had to him, and I forgot. Probably best, it should be finished.
He's leaving for a month.
my muse takes the shape of:: living room
would you love me if i was:: 
frustrated
frustratedbrought to you by:: computer hum?
09 January 2008 @ 01:15 am
Well
if you don't want me
I guess I'll bow out gracefully
then.
my muse takes the shape of:: couch
would you love me if i was:: 
is nothing a mood?
is nothing a mood?brought to you by:: the rain
07 January 2008 @ 01:52 pm
I keep glancing out of the window
I know it feels like spring
But I feel like wintertime deepdeepdark
my muse takes the shape of:: KUCL
brought to you by:: Metric-Soft Rock Star
23 October 2007 @ 12:20 am
07 July 2007 @ 01:36 pm
I catch their tails of pluralisms and suffix's
and slap them down so you can cut them up.
i feel like every seperate syllable that falls from my mouth is utterly incorrect.
and slap them down so you can cut them up.
i feel like every seperate syllable that falls from my mouth is utterly incorrect.
20 June 2007 @ 01:05 am
I don't know how to make you happy when you're dead set on something else.
But this looks like me throwing my hands up in the air
and it's not
12 June 2007 @ 12:32 am
08 May 2007 @ 01:49 am
i'm addicted to a lot of things.
plus i have a personal goal not to put crappy posts on my new livejournal.
( and so. )
my muse takes the shape of:: my new new new bedroom
would you love me if i was:: 
unhappy
unhappy14 April 2007 @ 06:32 am
Hm.
At the very least,
But enough of this.
I'm shutting this journal down.
Not that anyone will reallllly miss it.
I have a new one
hiding around cyberspace.
sneaky sneaky.
At the very least,
But enough of this.
I'm shutting this journal down.
Not that anyone will reallllly miss it.
I have a new one
hiding around cyberspace.
sneaky sneaky.
13 April 2007 @ 11:54 pm
I need to seriously stop taking shots of apple cider vinegar.
My second last class of this year was on Wednesday night.
Instead of taking notes of Forensic Psychology (I swear, the notes are online anyway)
my notebook says this:
(sidenote:: in my defense, I was in an awful mood that day, and desperately needed some written therapy)
your life shall proceed as planned
in this perfect,
never-ending
circle
soft drops slide drip dropping past this glass into my eternal storm
(scratched out)
soft drops slide past porcelain breaking paths down (scratches) your perfect skin
i'll draw stars across cardboard while you quietly cut me up with your eyes
(scratched out)
tiptoe more precisely, each letter sticks permanent
and fuels a fire that grows higher and higher expanding a rift that can never be built back(scratch scratch)perfect / I say that we are cosmically intertwined I break and fall back to your arms
I hurt and I (scratch) am always going to look like this was planned Now your life shall proceed, unchanged, never-ending, as planned, in this perfect circle.
(scratched out)
tiptoe more precisely, every letter sticks permanent,
this rift can never be built back perfect
never!
(big scratches)
i wish i could find someone that didn't answer the question,:
why do you love me,
with a simple:
you know,
you're great
dear kimberly: realize and accept happiness
if i daydream about my vices carved into my arms then you'll think i'm either standing up for attention or pushing you away
I can't push past this undying need to be special / if i sadistically break into a run right now then you will never forget this face
...silly words (surrounded by drawings of ugly stars)
Oh, and on Monday, half a lined page is filled with my ugly cursive, stating
Searching for life's missing pieces through a tune
Which, I swear on my life, is probably the stupidest thing I've ever written.
It makes me embarrassed to read it.
and, yet, I put it in here.
I don't make much sense.
hahaha...
But it does make me laugh.
My second last class of this year was on Wednesday night.
Instead of taking notes of Forensic Psychology (I swear, the notes are online anyway)
my notebook says this:
(sidenote:: in my defense, I was in an awful mood that day, and desperately needed some written therapy)
your life shall proceed as planned
in this perfect,
never-ending
circle
soft drops slide drip dropping past this glass into my eternal storm
(scratched out)
soft drops slide past porcelain breaking paths down (scratches) your perfect skin
i'll draw stars across cardboard while you quietly cut me up with your eyes
(scratched out)
tiptoe more precisely, each letter sticks permanent
and fuels a fire that grows higher and higher expanding a rift that can never be built back(scratch scratch)perfect / I say that we are cosmically intertwined I break and fall back to your arms
I hurt and I (scratch) am always going to look like this was planned Now your life shall proceed, unchanged, never-ending, as planned, in this perfect circle.
(scratched out)
tiptoe more precisely, every letter sticks permanent,
this rift can never be built back perfect
never!
(big scratches)
i wish i could find someone that didn't answer the question,:
why do you love me,
with a simple:
you know,
you're great
dear kimberly: realize and accept happiness
if i daydream about my vices carved into my arms then you'll think i'm either standing up for attention or pushing you away
I can't push past this undying need to be special / if i sadistically break into a run right now then you will never forget this face
...silly words (surrounded by drawings of ugly stars)
Oh, and on Monday, half a lined page is filled with my ugly cursive, stating
Searching for life's missing pieces through a tune
Which, I swear on my life, is probably the stupidest thing I've ever written.
It makes me embarrassed to read it.
and, yet, I put it in here.
I don't make much sense.
hahaha...
But it does make me laugh.
would you love me if i was:: relaxed, as you should be
relaxed, as you should be11 April 2007 @ 06:31 pm
i have the worst memory in the world.
maybe i just supressed it all so i wouldnt have to deal with what a fucking horrible person i am.
would you love me if i was:: 
guilty, times a thousand
guilty, times a thousand10 April 2007 @ 05:31 pm
Stuck in a rut,
I'm downloading Bright Eyes and daydreaming
and allowing myself to float through endless information
at the tips of my fingers
I'm inspired
Oh, and backwards
Love
sounds
Evil
.
I'm downloading Bright Eyes and daydreaming
and allowing myself to float through endless information
at the tips of my fingers
I'm inspired
Oh, and backwards
Love
sounds
Evil
.
would you love me if i was:: relaxed
relaxed30 March 2007 @ 04:08 am
I am a thousand percent sure that I should never say the words scurred or thurr.
Unless I'm drunk, of course. Then I cannot be held responsible.
That was the first thing that popped into my head when this post box appeared. From where?
I should sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow, one that I cannot be tired for. But I'm awake, and I've been bouncing around to screamo. I need to just lay down and relax. As I wrote that, I laughed in my head. I am not the type to go to bed unless I am absolutely exhausted. I think I know now why my Dad always told me that I'm my own worst enemy.
I am going to Collingwood tomorrow, and the next weekend. And I'm very happy about it. I have the next two weeks off of work, so if I stay here, I'll just go out and spend all my money on alcohol and bad food and silly little things. If I go home, I get fantastic free food, a double bed, my family, and all the wonderful Collingwoodness.
My legs are messed up, I need to stop running. For a bit...
I am going to go ahead and write that I am very dissatisfied with my personal appearance as of late. And hopefully I will read that in a month or so and have done something about it.
What else is there to do at 4:16 besides make pointless livejournal posts?
would you love me if i was:: 
bouncy
bouncybrought to you by:: It was Thursday, Saosin, Finch, mewithoutyou..mmmm..lovely