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today is Thursday...

My uncle is dying as we speak... or rather as you read...

meh...

it's depressing sort of... I cant really find it in myself to get emotionally attatched to his death... it's how I cope...

like... if you don't get your hopes up then they can never be brought down... sorta like that, only with emotions not hope... so the further away I distance myself, the less I'll hurt when it happens... and it's going to happen soon...

so...

I don't know what else to put...

I miss you Rebecca... I miss you so much it really does hurt me... I'm so cold all the time, and it has nothing to do with the temperature...

you make me feel whole, like my mind floated away, and left a stupid pointless husk of a body behind.

because without you that's all I am... a pointless body... a ship without a heading... a compass without a needle... an ocean without water... you are my life and being away from you is ruining me... It doesn't feel right...

okay... anyways...





I like hentai


Rebecca should draw hentai!!!


mrgreen


I'm lazy

I'm hungry

i'm a guy...

or am I?

or am I a lesbian?!

If I was a girl I would be a lesbian!!

I like girls...

I like food...

I like monkey...

I like ljdojefojfsdpo

I like indians...

I like pudding...

I like burritos

I like stupid...

I like cheese...

I like hat...

a** hat...

and hand hat...

I like muffin...

I like cat...

I like back...

I like ******** word not trhe action

folder

copy mchine

boulder

grass

veal

loopy

when I was a little girl in russia I lived in Sibiria with my 46 siblings I slept outside with bashuka (is family yak). My favorite fun-time activity was kick the little girl across the street who steal my delicious yak milk... is same concept as American game: "kick the can", only played with little girl from across the street who steals delicious yak milk......

umm...


I is boredededededed


ededed

if there are 8 apples and you take 3 away how many apples do you have? the answers is at the end...


there are 22 fish in the tank 2 drown how many are left?...



I want a labeling machine... I would label EVERYTHING... I would label my nipples... I would label my peepee... I would label water... I would label the air... but then I would get mad because the air label would be a little b***h and fall to the ground and label the ground: "AIR". And the ground is most certainly not the air... see how that could get a little frustrating?


yeah...

this is a really really really really really really really really really long journal entry...

I'm going to tell you a completely pointless short story that I made up 5 seconds from now IN DA FUTURE!!!!


once upon a time...

there was a evil witch and the witch was evil because she wanted a friend... well there was a village and the evil witch took one villager a day to see if he or she would be a good friend to the witch... none of the villagers ever came back from the evil witch's castle which rested atop the mountain that overlooked the village...

a small family of peasants lived on the outskirts of town. with a house that was barely habitable; the walls creaked, the doors squeaked, and the food that they could manage to cook reeked.

There was a small boy named Henry who would go out each day and stare at the witches castle and think "I wish I could see that witch, I know exactly what I'd say."

and one day his wish was finally granted, he was invited to the castle to see the witch and stay a while, and when he told his parents, for they loved him much, were sad and cried. Henry only shook his head, "If this is the last time you see me, then please let the memory have a smile."

It was after that that they wiped their eyes and watched him go proudly, but halfway up the mountain he stepped on a rock and screamed quite loudly, "OUCH" he said and cursed the rock and hurt his foot yet again, "Your mother's a whore!!" Henry said to the giant boulder. So he set off again, but soon distracted by a small wooden door. After several knocks he "Screw you" and started off. No sooner than 3 steps later did he hear a voice over his shoulder.

"Screw me you say?" said the sexy voice, are you sure, you could get AIDs, but it's your choice.

Henry looked back and saw the girl, she was naked, though covered by her hair unfurled. Beautiful as can be she twisted her finger for young henry to join her. Being a gentleman Henry shook his head, and said "wait for me I have to see the witch, at first I wanted to go but after seeing you I want my directives to switch..."

And with that he left the smoking hot girl to meet with the witch, he wondered if this was the right choice and called the sorceress a dirty b***h.

Finally he reached the castle and knocked the large knocker. The witch answered and said "come in". Henry smiled and thought wryly you ugly c**k blocker

"So!" cackled the witch, "you've come to be my friend?" Young Henry shook his head, "I've come to take your powers, so fight all you want, but i'll kill you in the end."

The witch looked taken aback, but before Henry could blink, she waved her wand with an awful whip-crack. Now the witch was fast, but Henry was faster, with ninja-like speed he dodged and pimp-slapped her. The witch lost her wand, and Henry knew what she was after, so he reached in his jacket and pulled out a star-wars heat-blaster. The witch waved her hand and said "You will let me go, and you'll do it quick" Henry just shot her and laughed, "I made up that Jedi trick!"

So with his new found magic powers he lived in the castle, his crown was a fez, fit with a tassel. As the new king all the villagers got paid, while His Majesty went back to the girl from the door each night just to get...... a cup of tea...

yup...

that was my little story, I know it sucked, and now i'm thinking in rhymes... it's not working very well, haha...

If anything I hope it made you laugh

so I'm bored again... umm...

so... how are you... don't answer that...

umm..

if you put a bunch of paper in the ground and water it... will it grow into a tree?

that's not a serious question...

wine is gross...

so I drew a picture the other day, and I hate it because I actually sort of like the way it looks, but I know i've seen it somewhere else before, but I can't place where... it's like something you heard in a dream, but you can remember who said it, or what it was that was said...

of course it looks like s**t cause I drew it, but the way it was supposed to turn out is beautiful, I just hate it cause it's beautiful, but I didn't create it... like the idea was just using me as a crappy vessel to escape my mind where I stored it as I saw it for the first time.

well yeah...

I love Rebecca...

umm...

I really want... something I cant say... because I don't know what exactly it is that I want... it's like my body is screaming at me to give it something, but I don't know what it wants...

but honestly I think my body is acting this way, because of my being away from Rebecca... really it makes me physically ill to be away from her this long... I don't know how... I don't...


I cried last night... for hours... I had a nightmare that I was called to Rebecca's funeral... and I saw her body... she was hit by a car, and I cried... and cried... and cried. and then I woke up... and cried... and cried... and cried...


well that was weird...


It feels like I'm hungry, but no matter how much I eat, I'm never full... like my stomach is missing, and the food I eat just disappears into the blackness that the organ is supposed to be occupying.

I honestly think that it's not my stomach that's missing, I think it's something much more personal and important to my body than something as trivial as a stomach, it's something that holds it all together.

I miss you.

ugh... I'm depressed now...

I want some hot coco...

I've died... I've died, and i'm now having an out-of-body-experience... i'm dead, i've died...

now i'm not... huh... that was weird too...

I want green tea... green tea is good everyday, but strawberry milk is just TOO good, if I were to drink it everyday, I would die from milk poisoning... yeah... so it's GREAT!!! but in moderation.

Don't get me wrong I still love strawberry milk, but if I drink it too much i'll get sick haha

ok I think this journal entry has lived FAR past it's time, so i'm going to end it's miserable life now.. byebye, and good night...