Sunday, September 17, 2006

i'm not dead, like earlier posts may imply. it's just hard to maintain this, a xanga and my actual handwritten journal. someone gets left out, and unfortunately it's this.

i'm glad summer is over. i think it's the roughest part of the year for me every year.

i still have my good days and my really bad days, but i'm learning to manage them better with the help of anti-depressants and psychology.

i just felt like i should say something, so that the really sad post from June wasn't at the top of the list.

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1 Comments:

At 1:21 PM, Blogger -blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

I personally wouldn't get tooo worried about what the superficial/whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more concerned about what Jesus shall say at our General Judgment. You maaay not like me, yet, I’m not out to please you. Lemme wanna gonna tella youse Who (grrr - New Joisey accent):

Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw… Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like for us if ya believe: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal-Upstairs for the most extra-blatant, guhroovaliciousness (-Austin POW!ers), pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy, Reality-Firepower-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal. YES! We’ll have a high-flying, immense-impression to be an outstanding-red-marker! For God, anything and everything and more! is possible!! Meet me Upstairs, puh-leeeze. Do that for us. Cya soon, girl…

 

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