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[16 Apr 2007|01:37am]

I'm a shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse

I have heartburn. Coffee for dinner. I want to be a housewife when I grow up.
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[06 Dec 2006|12:22am]

I hate today.
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[04 Dec 2006|11:26am]

My mother is leaving before Christmas to stay in England with her man friend for two years. She's crazy.
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[15 Nov 2006|12:04am]

I have decided that I feel more alive when I am covered in cigarette ashes and my lipstick and/or eyeliner is smeared.
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[22 Sep 2006|11:11pm]

I bought a pumpkin. Should I put it in the freezer? It is just going to get rotten. I am going to bake a moldy pumpkin pie. I fell in love with a bad bad man. Ever since I met him I've been sad sad sad.
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[16 Sep 2006|10:04pm]

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All I wanted was to be your housewife
I'll iron your clothes
I'll shine your shoes
I'll make your bed
And cook your food
I'll never cheat
I'll be the best girl you'll ever meet
And for a diamond ring
I'll do these kinds of things
I'll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I'll tuck you in
I do not snore
I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I don't ask why
And I trys not to crys
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
And it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife
'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife
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[09 Sep 2006|01:13am]

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[24 Jan 2006|01:10am]

Ashley I just wanted to tell you that nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine. That's no good.
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[27 Dec 2005|09:39pm]

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I am cursed right now. Ashley stole all of the ibuprofen. I have terrible cramps. Jessica needs to be a good frau and come make me pancakes. Why is my favorite frau in New York?
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[27 Jul 2005|07:12pm]

Ich versuche die Frau in mir zu finden,
ein wenig wiederspenstig zwar,
lässt sie sich dann doch entdecken.
So sträubt sie sich vorerst,
was mich nicht wundert,
so war sie doch viel zu lange versteckt.
Nun ganz überrascht schaut sie hervor
und wundert sich wie wunderbar die Welt doch ist.
Auf zahrten Schritten wagt sie sich ans Licht.
Ganz scheu lugt sie ums Eck!
Hat´s eh keiner bemerkt?
Doch dann vergisst sie sich...
Sie tanzt und schreit ganz wild.
Ich bin da, ich lebe, ich bin ganz ich.
Ein Vollblutsweib.
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[16 Jun 2005|10:31pm]

I am in desperate need of a cake to bake.
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hi bitches. hey ladies. [08 Dec 2004|06:23pm]

whats worse than a 12 year old vegetarian?

an ugly 12 year old vegetarian.
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jus wanna (fuck you.) [30 Sep 2004|06:02pm]

i luv you so much i cant see you
i luv you so much i don't care fuck. i just wanna fuck you i hate
you so much i don't need you i hate you so don't want you here
i just wanna fuck you i'm not yer fuckin living dead i said i'm not
yer fuckin living dead it's all in yer fuckin head cuz i'm not yer
fuckin living dead i fuck you so much i can't see you i fuck you
so much make you cry i fuck you so much fuckin fuck you i fuck you
so much make you die! fuck i just wanna fuck i just wanna fuck you.
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i want pocky and asian foods [27 Aug 2004|12:29am]


let's plan a trip to chinatown, ja?
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breastmilk butter [25 Aug 2004|09:39pm]

you need:
1-2 ounces breast milk
clean jars

1.  in a freshly cleaned jar, preferably sterile, add the breastmilk.
2.  screw the lid on tight and shake furiously until you have butter.
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running over the same old ground what have we found? [21 Aug 2004|09:00pm]

[ mood | being the pink one ]

can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?

hey cunts, do you think you can tell?

i am so bored. i am "dying a death so fierce it is colossal"

hashmir! you look so good in hat! come, give me lots of kisssss. you want to go on walk? look at animal? eat the shock-o-laaaaad?

screw you, bitch. i don't have time. i have too many women.

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[13 Aug 2004|10:52pm]

i've got an angry snatch
cos you don't want me.
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fraus love hedwig [19 Jul 2004|11:04am]

[ mood | pissed ]

the end.

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[16 Jul 2004|01:03am]

[ mood | sore ]

What is the best frau-like way to help sunburn not hurt and heal faster?


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letter to a john? [13 Jul 2004|09:51am]


johns who don't pay are rapists

in my dream it happens
what i feared when i spent nights
in that boston apartment locking
every lock keeping lights on
putting condoms ky baby oil and
wet naps away in a drawer
so i don't have to look at them
unplug those awful air fresheners
a sweet hot cherry stink trying
to hide the scent of cum and latex
peeling back the covers of that bed
like dirty skin, something contaminated
pushing them into a heap on the floor and
sliding to sleep
under a single safe sheet.
but in my dream these men burst in
young and blond like BU students
but with a gun that flashes
on the mirrored walls and
what do they do they throw me
onto the bed and
it is about consent
it is about lines i draw
or lines i watch
get drawn around me
it is a
one hundred dollar
definition of rape
and again,
that mystery consent and
i am confused
i know i should be full of rage
but this feels like just another call,
like just another body pumping at mine
on this same blue bed and
i am raped every day
i am well paid for it
the men kidnap me
they take me through a strange city
and i could break free, i could try
but that gun, small, in his pocket
i am trying to work myself into anger
but i feel so dead in this dream, this dream,
it is only a dream and they take me
to a place that sells ice cream and
sitting on tall stools are three women
i knew in high school and haven't seen since
my heart is still but my brain yells go!
and i grab them and yell help! and
they run with me into a room where
cooks and waitresses crowd around
and i collapse now, tears come
and feelings come they raped me,
i say, they all raped me
cops arrive
tough and anxious to catch the men
who did harm
to such a sweet and small-boned
girl like me
they leave quick in flashing cars
and their promise to return
makes dread and guilt burst
in my belly
because i feel like a liar like
i am telling lies lying
by omission they will return
to a liar-girl crying
on an ice-cream parlor floor and say
you weren't raped
no one ever raped you
you're just a whore
who didn't get paid

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