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| 09:42am 12/05/2009 |
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mood:  thankful
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thank you for the best 2 years of my life. |
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| 08:31pm 27/01/2009 |
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mood:  bouncy
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things are good. i work at a bagel shop and go to school part time. dirtyface had warts last month but he is all better now. i made 2 friends in portland, they are very nice. chris is building things in the garage constantly. my parents are visiting this weekend so i am cleaning my house compulsively. love you all, please come see me. |
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| 05:11pm 21/07/2008 |
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thanks for this great year, great birthday, great love.
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| 10:06pm 18/05/2008 |
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this is me being happy. i love you. |
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| 12:39pm 17/08/2007 |
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And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden–how happy they were–and a great sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.
And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy.
She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying.
"Little Rabbit," she said, "don't you know who I am?"
The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her face before, but he couldn't think where.
"I am the nursery magic Fairy," she said. "I take care of all the playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn out and the children don't need them any more, then I come and take them away with me and turn them into Real."
"Wasn't I Real before?" asked the little Rabbit.
"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."
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| 01:05am 06/07/2007 |
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this is meant to be a sort of meaningful post that will let everyone know how i really feel about them.
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| dear diary |
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| 09:00am 01/02/2007 |
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if we got married and i had to take his last name, my name would be ' Heather Muscat '
hmm thats a problem
uh oh. |
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| 10:10am 05/01/2007 |
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all i really care about now is snowboarding and being intoxicated. these two things help me forget about all the fucked up shit that is actually going on in my life.
these are the reasons this week is not too bad:
- 10 inches of snow in the past 15 hours
- getting drunk with my boss
- bonfires
- making a fort in my front room with my roomates and hotboxing it
- drunken pillow fights
- mexican feast
- never having to go back to my real life |
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| 11:09am 14/12/2006 |
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it has been dumping for like 3 days. we will have 4 feet by saturday. YAY.
everyone come visit me. i miss you. |
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| 03:07pm 28/11/2006 |
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mood: happy
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work, drink, video games, work, snowboard, video games, snowboard, drink, snowboard, drink, work.
so how are you? |
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| 10:05pm 23/10/2006 |
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what will survive of us is love |
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| 10:52pm 29/09/2006 |
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all i have to say in regards to that is 'whatever'. in other news, i am incredibly happy. |
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| 03:18pm 06/09/2006 |
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mood:  loved
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happy just to be. |
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| 02:47am 28/07/2006 |
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neil young is the fucking man. |
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| 12:12am 19/07/2006 |
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so i noticed how very infrequently i update this shit. the entry at the bottom of the page is from exactly one year ago.
it really amazes me how much things change in one year and how you never see them coming.
somethings that never change are friends. thank you for being in my life and i love you so much. |
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| 06:09pm 04/06/2006 |
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you are boring. |
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| 03:48pm 29/05/2006 |
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oh my god that is one session i really never want to get into a physical altercation with. i love that crazy bitch. |
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