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.
2005.09.17 9:38 a.m.
shit! only 98 days until my birthday! holy gosh. 99 days until christmas. i'm nowhere near ready. though i did start my anual christmas notebook, filled with lots of lists and plans that have no bearing on real life.
i'm in the laundrymat because i needed the internet posthaste. and i'm on my way to work again. yesterday was alright. i didn't make wonderful money but it was fine. i was in a bit of a mood though. i hate that.
then i went to a going-away party of a girl i don't really know, which was fun. lately i've been immersing myself in awkward situations. but getting drunk first. fun! then i went to dancecave with nick, owen and alex. a lot of gross sweaty guys hit on me and it was gross.
i saw nathan there. that was a little strange. but he was overly trashed so i had to spend little time talking to him. i don't know how things are with us. fine it seems.
okay, enough, a little less chatter,
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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