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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.

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2003.01.30 11:20 p.m.

so i didn't go to work this evening. i was getting ready to go (i even had a shower! oh, pretty shiney hair!) and then i realized it was hard to stand up for more than a minute, so i decide three hours was too long. with the new lip butters and all....i know, new lip butters! i'm excited too. in coconut, nut, mango and grapeseed...! yeah. i have to work on saturday and sunday. but not early, so that's fine fine. working's weird. i don't like it. i think i shant. i should find a way around it. i think i'd like working at body shop more if i got to pull the same shit i do at jerry's. like wearing a nametag that says 'jane'. i like that name a lot. my tv show's character is named jane. plain jane. and stealing stuff, useless stuff, but still. and if there were food at b.s., i like food.

niki called me today from germany. i like niki. and germany's fine, if you like that sort of thing. she was drunk! i like drunk. i in fact got a little tipsy on -guess what- lemon gin this evening. i stopped drinking though when i remembered that i'd just taken some high dose pain killers. it did make entertainment tonight just that little bit more interesting. anyways, back to niki, i also talked with her roommate ludo. which sounds like noodle. noodle noodle noodle! he was funny. she tells me he likes to dance naked in his bedroom to attract the neighborhood peeping-tom. hot. when niki comes back we are going to drink and do drugs. then you won't be talking to me at all. just the drugs. you won't be able to reach me through the's really quite sad...

i'm going to this thing about being an actor tomorrow night. i hope it makes me a real good actor. it's good because it's about on-camera acting. yeah. and there'll be some hip cats there. maybe i'll hit on all of them. i hear that gets you the parts. i better dress real hot. haat.

if you had any idea of the number of hours i've watched tv today.....well, you'd be amazed that i can form thoughts at all. yay.

okay, there's this commercial on here that i saw today. it amazed me. okay:
a man is crossing at a crosswalk and gets hit suddenly by a car. hard enough that he cracks the windsheild and then is lying on the ground. the driver gets out and a crowd of people form around the man. they all exclaim over him. he just lies on the ground, awake but not saying anything (looks in pain). the people one by one start making comments like 'he's not even bleeding' 'maybe he's fine' 'he just wants attention'. and then they start leaving. until even the driver has gotten back into his car and pulled out around the man and driven away. they all just leave this man lying in the middle of the road. and then it says 'what if we treated everyone like we treat the mentally ill?'
it blew me away.

it's so hard to explain to people.

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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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