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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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2003.06.25 1:58 a.m.

i like it when my kitten mews and it sound like 'oh yeah?'. it's very endearing. which is needed considering what a jerk she is.

i've chewed my hands again and it's difficult to type.

i'm getting wonderfully good at napping. i used to be okay at it, but i'm really shaping up. i napped for three hours today and was in a perfectly fine mood afterwards. i think if you screw up your body's schedule enough then it will be thankful for any sleep you might allow it. and it should be.

i had to nap today in order to go see jeffmorton at the bassment. it was really quite fun. well well worth it. i was very happy to see mehta and ryan and melissa and mitch. i haven't talked to ryan or melissa in so long. and i do find them important. and i do like jeffmorton muchly, though you might not gather it from how i interact with him. which is fine as he knows it all.... i think i was a little weird to the bass player though. he always comes into jerry's to get pickup orders as he works right next door at the co-op. he's so nice and friendly. i shouldn't creep him out. i shouldn't creep anyone out really, unfortunately i don't know how to stop.

i have to stop talking about work. but since it's the only thing i do, i don't have anything to talk about. sad really. tomorrow i don't have to work until ten, it's like a fucking holiday. except maybe i read the schedule wrong and i'm really supposed to be there at seven. oh well, i'm sure they'd phone.

i have to stop being so strange. i mean, i really want to buy a car, but i won't/can't phone about any ones that i see that i want. i'm too shy. and i hate calling people i don't know. and everyone's made me feel like i have to be very protective of the fact that i'm a young female trying to buy a car and that everyone's trying to screw me over. that doesn't make it sound like tooo much fun. i should still get to it. a little less chatter a little more gettin at 'er.

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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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