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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.


2003.01.28 11:49 a.m.

i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters, it would make a whisper out of you.


download 'last call' by elliott smith if you can.


interesting life i lead. or boring. it's hard to tell. this is a very small city. this becomes more apparant every day.

i slept for close to fourteen hours last night. i had many dreams. mmmhmm. i do enjoy a good dream. i had another dream about my old car. and all the usual. lately i dream about summer. although i'm more looking forward to spring. and fresh greens. who wants to go picnicing a lot this year?

it hit me at jerry's yesterday that christmas was really gone and i had another year to wait for it. i was very depressed for about ten minutes. then it got terribly busy again and i didn't have time to think. i want to go to ness creek againg this year. but it's harder to find someone to go with. especially someone who won't criticise everything that happens, and everything that i bring and do. i plan on being drunk all next ness creek. all the freaking time. in fact, this whole summer i'll be drunk. i bet my mum likes the sound of that...right mum?

i wish i knew what blood type i was.


it's too bad i'm not in a nasty mood, because i sure was before. and i wasted it by going to sleep. damn.


oh, my god, did any of you read the book about ferdinand, the bull that liked to sit around smelling the flowers...? because i was looking at the cover (i almost wrote converse, i think i'm a little obsessive) of elliott smith's either/or and the tatoo on his arm looks just like it, in fact, according to my mum it is. wow! i love ferdinand. i love elliott smith. this is just one more sign that we have to get married. (ah, poor jonathan...sigh)married married married married married married. no, maybe just best friends. or MARRIED!


i have to go find elliott so that we can talk about ferdinand.

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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