February 2010
10 posts
Techno Logic
i am rather amused that advancements in technological “communication” have almost completely killed the art of verbal communication.
i, for one, am so accustomed to the varying degrees of anonymity & lack of responsibility that come with communicating via technology (text messaging, internet, etc) that the thought of real conversation (no, not the kind that exists in an IM...
improvements of self.
i am one mindfucked individual. ive had my share of…life experiences…that have left my mind damaged and my self esteem shattered. if it werent for my allergies, i would probably be the biggest stoner in existence just to dull my thoughts.
“I AM NOT USED TO DATING SOMEONE WHO IS SO FUCKING CONSIDERATE!”
hello. my name is drea. and i am a fucking idiot.
given all of...
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“every day is a costume party.”
tidbits of thought
him: lol. are you feeling ok. just running errands. no class? did u need anything while i was out me: get me a new left hand. him: i cant buy that except on the internet by the time it got here ur hand would heal. if u think of something let me know. me: shit. fine.
my stitches came out yesterday…and that hurt worse than putting them in. [granted they numb you prior to stitching you...
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and fuck your mother
i hate that my immune system is retarded. i am a medical retard. it wouldn’t be so horrible if hospitals werent also retarded.
example: when i sliced open my hand (again, unintentionally) the receptionist in the e.r. was difficult. she made me very aware that she thought i stabbed myself purposefully (because that is precisely what every girl with a mohawk would do) and made it damn well...
3 tags
and fuck your mother
i hate that my immune system is retarded. i am a medical retard. it wouldn’t be so horrible if hospitals werent also retarded.
example: when i sliced open my hand (again, unintentionally) the receptionist in the e.r. was difficult. she made me very aware that she thought i stabbed myself purposefully (because that is precisely what every girl with a mohawk would do) and made it damn well...
well...shit
somehow murphys law has become a part of my life. last week i was sick, got decently unsick either valentines day or the day before. vday was (as a side note) wonderful, emotional and a touch dramatic (we are, afterall, ourselves) and to put it into a single word…perfect. we have one of those movie like things going on.
but thats not the point. sry if i seem less eloquent than usual.but...
