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[26 Jul 2009|10:03pm] |
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I want to go on vacation. I want to go to Ireland and England. I don't want to go alone, though. I'm thinking of calling my cousin to go with me. No se. Unless ... he offers. I doubt it. He's too busy.
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| 001 // Private // Family & Friends |
[20 Jul 2009|01:05pm] |
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I hate coming home. It's the most horrible thing in my day. Coming home to an empty apartment. My "girlfriends" say it's full of clothes, chic paintings, lush modern leather couches, and marble counter-tops but it's empty of anything with real substance. Those counter-tops are cold, they lack the warmth of a meal prepared with love; the couches are clear of pen-marks or tiny, muddy foot prints; the chic paints don't hang side-ways because someone ran past it; the clothes are expensive and beautiful but hold no real value. The only thing that's in my closet with any value is the four-hundred dollar, designer-less dress that hangs in the very back -- hidden by the dozens and dozens of thousand dollar dresses with labels like Dolce and Gabana, Vera Wang, Missoni, Vivian Westwood ... yet ... it's the only thing that means anything in there.
I can't stand being here and so ... I'm flying to Los Angeles tomorrow or Wednesday. I need to get out of here and do something. I'm going to get depressed otherwise.
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| 000 // Private // OOC |
[19 Jul 2009|11:48pm] |
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