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blackeyes8271990's Journal
my journal i guess what else would i call it
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Internet up and running
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November 08, 2008, 12:27:am
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Sorry to anyone who wrote me and i did not respond, my fucking internet has been down for some fucking reason, well i am back and i missed youall. Also i got a job so whooooooooooo!
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imprisoned dreams
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August 01, 2008, 03:50:am
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A butterfly does not die because its wings have been contaminated, but because it can no longer do what it loves most; fly.
It spends weeks waiting to transform from a helpless caterpillar into an independent Monarch.
Same goes for humans take their hopes and dreams and you have taken what they love most; their wings.
They spend years preparing for freedom and then reality shatters those once precious and yearned for fantasies.
Then you are left with an android forced into conformity.
What a waste of space.
Mood: tired
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Guys Rock!
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July 10, 2008, 12:26:am
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So today I was in one of those I don't really give a fuck mood. It was awesome. I grew up with guys so occasionally I can act and think like a guy. Well today was one of those days as well. So I got off work and my mom came and picked me up to go look at furniture for her new house. I felt like the husband sitting on the side thinking I don't give a fuck about what fabric you choose,and I was thinking something like (I wonder who won the game last night ha ha?) Well my mom also decided to tell me about her new job that she got......just so everyone knows I am proud of her........well now they do! Anyway back to the point she made on sentence, "I got a new job" into like a fucking novel. That is the thing about women we can take the stupidest story with absolutely no real interesting plot and turn it into a thousand page novel. And not a good one at that. Have you ever wondered why there are so many women novelist? It is just that they can take events from a three day span and turn it into a five hundred page book lmao. Hence romance novels(word porn.) The point is this conversation took an hour for her to tell me she got a new job. I was going insane. Oh one more thing about why it takes us so long to tell a story, we have to tell how we felt about it at every moment or what we thought. My god just fucking simplify ladies.
Mood: not really sure
Music: the end of all things to come album
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