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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002-03-20 12:51 p.m.

their house is so empty. so barren. it's hard to even explain how this makes me feel.

my house is tiny and cluttered. and filled to the brim with things. couches and chairs and shelves and books and lamps and videos and music and window seats and even things like creative projects on the go and paintings and christmas lights. even curtains. we have intense curtains. and lots of them (that's a slight exageration).

but at aaron(and angelo)'s house there isn't anything. at all. they have this huge house. with five(?) bedrooms and two big living rooms and big windows and sort of neat architecture. and it's empty. they don't have a kitchen table. at all. there is an ironing board where the dining area is. their tv is on a milk crate. one couch. this is all. the kitchen has lots of cupboards(mostly empty) and appliances. it is almost normal.
aaron's room depressed me. a mattress. sheets and blankets. a suitcase, with some junk in it. and a closet full of suits.       and i didn't see a stereo anywhere. they don't have a vcr or a computer(where do they get their porn?). i just don't understand...i really don't.

i want to decorate. and he'd probably let me. it's just that i wouldn't know what to put. i'm so used to hippie houses with band posters and photographs and art. delapitated furniture everywhere...comfortable, you know? it isn't that aaron's house isn't comfortable. it's just so so empty. and plain. like no one lives there. these two supposedly make a lot of money. so where does it go? i suppose a lot of it has to do with how they never eat at home. three meals out makes large expenses. maybe i will make them pancakes. man i like pancakes. maybe i will clean their house. (this is bringing out a lot of horrid(neat) maternal instincts.

seriously though, what would they decorate with? really? (this is an actual question i want answered.)

how can i make it better there?

(i know you shouldn't want to change people...but there are extremes really.) and he likes my room, the way that it is like walking into my personality.       he seems void of belongings. not attached to anything really. (so so strange.)

(i'm really sorry for being so in-depth about that. it just really confuses me.)

angelo went to bed as soon as i pulled up. next time if he does that i'm going to go and get into bed with him. i'm bent set on making friends. make him like us dirty hippies.

i occured to me that aaron reminds me of jonathan taylor thomas of tv's home improvement. who i love. they are bulit sort of the same and both have large features.

i told him that i was writing about him on here. he said i could. i said i will. he wants to know what i'm writing. i don't feel like telling him.

i like writing here. it's so connecting. the house is so barren.

previously - and then

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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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