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alright.
i got a new one.
so long jeepgirl - crap..
click here.
adieu.. |
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| so i'm seriously thinking about chaning my xanga name.
jeepgirl4Him is pretty lame
and junior high esk.
i don't even own a jeep anymore.
lame sauce.
to change or not to change my name...
thoughts?
love*
ps this song, conversations is so amazing |
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you know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? that idea of home is gone. you feel like you can never get it back, you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
-garden state
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went to barbi's for the past few days.
it was splendid.
michigan.
trees.
hippies
big lakes.
and coffee.
it was grand.
and i got to pet a dog..
it made my day.
so at my last toll road
i pulled up to the manual lane
rolled down the window
with my greasy hair blowing in the wind
(no shower, no makeup, 6 hour sweatpants drive)
i pull up to an old black man at the booth
and he told me that i was too pretty to have to pay
yes.
i still got it.
chicagoians are amazing.
love*
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so the holidays mainly consist of my brother and i sitting on the couch, drinking expensive root beer together, and watching either mtv, vh1 or e!
i know, we're a bunch of bums.
get over it.
so there's this one commercial that comes on, and the guy from u2 (not bono, but the other one) walks the streets of new orleans, picks up a broken guitar and explains how sad it would be to have your instruments broken after a hurricane.
my brother and i both turn to eachother.
raise an eyebrow.
who the heck thinks about giving people in poverty a guitar? really.. is this some kind of a joke? these people have lost their homes, families, jobs, material possessions - they're cold, hungry and homeless. what the heck.. giving money and food was so last year.. let's not provide them with housing or jobs.. let's give them a box of wood with some wire.. yea.. that'll solve poverty... whoo hoo!
we clink glasses.
and flip back to i love the 90's.
oh family.
love*
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