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Name: Infectious
Interests: Confusing people, telling people what to do, writing about you and writing about my pictures, good books, coffee, black and white movies, Bonanza, catching lightning bugs, being as productive as possible, living alone, controlling my attitude and pretty much everything else.
Expertise: Saying the wrong things at the wrong time, making situations awkward, being nervous about living, saying "no, I don't know", being misread, having extremely high standards for everything and forgetting what I was just saying a minute ago.
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  JacksGeisha
Yahoo:  zenn_bloomer
Member Since:
11/27/2004
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I can't send you myspace messages because you're not my friend. did you get my message to add you?
I'll say some stuff here, but there's no telling if you'll see. I'll repost on blogger as well...
you said some really hurtful things, mostly in the form of defacing my name on the internet. I hope that you have at least taken that down.
you know I'll forgive you. you know you are my friend and I like you. I hope you know, no matter what the hell I'm doing or where the hell I am: I'm here.
I wish you could have been at my wedding.
I think it's really neat that you apologized and I really appreciate it. I'm sorry too. it's funny because as soon as I made my profile public again, you messaged me...that's what I was hoping for.
so okay, you already made the first step of sending me that message. I definately do want to talk to you, so please don't leave me hanging!!! | | |
| Please call me back!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm coming to see you in ONE WEEK. | | |
| This is obviously long over due. Thanksgiving was great...I miss my family though and my mom. It makes me sad that my mom did not get to spend thanksgiving with her daughters and granddaughters. It makes me even more sad knowing that if I was there everyone would be together. I'm sorry guys. I miss you.
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The beautiful TURKEY and my clean kitchen.
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Anyway, besides wishing I could be home for the holidays, I am happy and all is well. I love my cute little home and my darling. Oh how I love my darling. I want him to marry me.......but I am afraid I will be stuck waiting until he grows up and realizes I am the one for him.
If you leave me comments I will update more often. I love you!!!! | | |
| Oh KC was fabulous...need I say more??
Now I have started my new job and it is easy as hell. It sucks having to stay until midnight though and it's boring and lonely because there is no one here except for this weirdo that sings because he has no music, annoying. I don't even mind taking the bus because it gives me a chance to walk and that feels good considering I sit on my ass all day at work. My boss likes me and there are a couple of cool new people that I have met.
I finally got all caught up at school so we'll see how bad that hurt my grade. I slacked a lot when I was out of town because I didn't really have a lot of access to good computers. Oh well, I'm back now and I couldn't be happier.
I am moving in with the BOY in December and have been looking at apartments, but he might get approved to buy a townhouse and that would ROCK. But then I guess he could kick me out if he wanted to and that would suck, but what would he do without me?? HA...
I am buying plane tickets to London for his birthday so that we can see his mom during Christmas...oOoOhhHH I can't wait, but it's really going to hurt my pocket, ouch.
Nothing else to say...6 minutes until I can go home, YAY!!!!!!! | | |
| Again the dream starts and I am not in the picture. It's dark and there are some people sitting around a table like they are playing cards and they all get shot by some gangsters. Then the people doing the shooting starting fighting/playing with eachother. There are girls and guys. One girl gets thrown into a huge cage, the she flips out of the cage and the other girls suffacates her with a pillow case. Next. I go into some sort of club or something and go through all these hallways to the very back. We start out dancing, but there is someone that has a plan for us. I don't know anyone that I am with. He sets all of us up so that we come out of the building, I have a cord wrapped around my ankel and I am wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes. One person next to me is holding the iron that is attached to the cord. Across the street the building is on fire and everyone is trapped in a huge thing of plastic. He framed it like we were the ones that started the fire, but we really have no idea what is going on. The guy left his car, so I get my people to get in the car with me so we can get away. I am driving, but not very well. The car is big and it squeals. I can hardly reach the breaks, and when I do, they don't work until I find that I am just pushing the wrong peddal and then they sort of work. I think the guy wanted us to take his car. It was part of his plan. Next. I am in an alternate universe and I am aware of it. Nothing is real. I don't know how to get out. We start out first by walking into a bunch of people that go to school and we all split up so that we can try to fit in and look normal. We are wearing really strange white suits. Yusef and his brother Shinda are with me. I don't know anyone else. I make friends with this girl who has a huge house. They people give us glass gifts and when this girl and I get to her house she throws all of the glass into a water fountain. She is older than me, has brown wavy hair that is shoulder length. There is a contest in her house to see who can guess one hundred flavors on a cake with little candies on top. Everyone has their own cake with different candies. One has a cake with a boiled egg on top. Back at school the next day, I run into the janitor, who happens to be Shinda. I am with that girl and a teacher of ours. Shinda puts his arms around me like we are dancing around so that he can whisper and tell me he is going to get out and go home to his baby. I think he is trying to tell me where Yusef is, but I can't understand. The teacher thinks that I like the janitor and teases me about it. I also don't understand how he is getting to go home. I think that I don't really want to leave this world.... | | |
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