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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2003.08.04 5:31 a.m.
i am in physical pain after only 2.5 hours of sleep. i have molasses for blood, and my eyes are so heavy. needless to say, i'm feeling mighty crazy. i like to play 'wreck the body' but not when i have to go to work for ten hours. too much fun. i'm trying to convince my body that that was just a nap, and that real sleep is soon to come.
calm down molasses blood. i hope jerry's is slow and has good coffee.
oh god,
someone let me go to sleep.
previously - and then
*oh random entry*
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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