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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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2002.08.08 7:21 p.m.

i've had the most odd afternoon in a while.

quite a while.

i don't know my mum. i wish i knew her for real and everything that she was like before i was here.

i don't know my father. at all. i've never seen him. and it seems like i might never get to.

i don't know my siblings and i miss them.

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i am far less good of a person than i often think i am.

and chala ate some sausage and vomited all morning.

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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