maanantai, syyskuu 17, 2001
Okay... and the solution to current problems... I am giving up men. Not that I am turning to women. I am just going to give up relationships altogether. Become asexual. Why aren't there Jewish nuns? Grrrr...
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sunnuntai, syyskuu 16, 2001

yay neiman marcus cookies! yay P&P!
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Green acres is the place to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land spreading out,
so far and wide
Keep Manhattan,
just give me that countryside.

New York
is where I'd rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling, I love you,
but give me Park Avenue.

The Chores!
The Stores!
Fresh air!
Times Square!

You are my wife. Goodbye city life.
Green Acres, we are there!
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torstai, syyskuu 13, 2001

You know what sucks? Having strep throat.
You know what sucks more? Terrorists.
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In the wake of this tragedy, I have managed to get sick. Really, really sick. All I want to do is crawl up in a hole and die, but instead I get to go to class. Yay.
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keskiviikko, syyskuu 12, 2001

Incredible
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tiistai, syyskuu 11, 2001

The horror of this day is unspeakable. Words cannot express what I am feeling. I thank God that He spared my father. I mourn those who were not so fortunate. God bless all of those tonight who have not yet heard.
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sunnuntai, syyskuu 09, 2001

I haven't been up for even 12 hours and I can barely keep my eyes open. This does not bode well...
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lauantai, syyskuu 08, 2001

How very pretentious:

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perjantai, syyskuu 07, 2001

Flight

The ticket's on the table.
The clock on the stove says 4:00.
Her bag is packed, the plane leaves at 5:45.
She can't help but think about
what brought her to this point.
She shakes her head and walks away.
She is tired of this shit.
Why does it always have to be about
him?
Giving and giving
until she has no more.
Then he still tries to take.
Something tangible
is what he craves.
He's always babbling
about how he knows me well, but

But if that were true,
wouldn't he understand
I don't dole out
little trinkets and mindless gifts.
I show my love through
time well spent.
By giving up the two things
I value most:
Myself and my time.
No, asking him to change
is wholly unreasonable.
He never will; moreover,
he never can.

She scribbles a note,
a collection of clichés
the final one being
she will always love him.
The door clicks, sealed.
A cab waits at the curb.
She puts her bag in the trunk.
The man asks, "Where to?"
"Airport." is all she can manage.
Risking a look back,
repressing tears, tinged with memories,
she no longer has the strength
to hold them back, nor
the energy to cry.
As the car pulls into traffic,
familiar, old sights fade
into the uncertainy ahead.
Sighing is all she can do
as rain pours down,
washing away the pain, joy
and everything else of the
past several years.
She drifts violently away
into the oblibion of freedom.
-Jeremy Natoli

I have some really damned talented friends, it's truly amazing to me.
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torstai, syyskuu 06, 2001

Interesting quotes from IM conversations tonight:
Aaron: i like jews
Chris: I once knew all my crayons. I had a 76 crayon set that I was so proud of
Katie: Dude
College bowl guys
Dude
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keskiviikko, syyskuu 05, 2001

marc's room in zeta psi, cambridge, mass.
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I would like to say that I have a record three blogs saying good things about me:
caryn
katie
matt
any of the rest of you are more than welcome to join the bandwagon :)
posted by Katie B 11:48 PM care to respond?

I get the feeling I am doing something wrong... I am enrolled in 14 hours of class, I work 20 hrs a week, I do all my homework and reading, and I still sleep 8-12 hours a night. Is this because I go to UF, or because I am planning well, or because I'm forgetting something?
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