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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.


2004.11.27 10:42 a.m.

i mostly wanted to start this entry with a stream of profanities. i'm not exactly sure why.

everything has been pretty....intense lately. intense in tents.

i'm listening to kid a. that's weird. i do like it. i just hate people who talk about radiohead.

i feel like holing up in my room for a few weeks. and then it'd be time to leave and yeah.

i had unsettling dreams. i kept feeling like i'd lost something..which in a manner of speaking i have?
i had a dream that people kept telling me that i smelled good..but wanting to sniff at me. and one woman pulled me right over.

i have to work again today and for the first time in awhile i just really don't want to go. i want to stay home by myself and make christmas crafts. i haven't even started my cards. hillary will be disapointed.

i worked a short shift yesterday which went quickly and i was less-good at crosswords than usual. i was in a terrible mood. but the kind where i also wanted to laugh hysterically.

i visited niki after work and made her make me food. we hung out and she didn't do enough ballet.

i got on the phone with too many people later.
i talked to steve and one of her friends made out with constantine. and she calls him constantine because she knows him through steve. oh hillarious.

i talked to fraser and if there's someone i need to see more..

i fucking hate this fucking cocksucking peice of shit diaryland i can't write what i really need/want to write. and i hate everyone.

everything is actually fine. i mean, in an actual way. it's just that i'm a little slow processing stuffs.

hills and i went to amigos for a bit last night. just to see carbon dating service really. as we're friends of dorothy, er, sarah.
i managed to get pretty drunk in the short time i was there. what with having barely eaten and so on. and then i just wanted to say awkward things to people. i mostly avoided it? one time was pretty funny though..when i was talking to jenna about donovan.
i really didn't feel like interacting with anyone much. though there are people i miss and want to hang out with..sometimes i just can't handle crowds.

i got another job. i'll be working at the body shop again for christmas (centre). and trying to get as many hours there as possible so as to not die on the streets in toronto (which is almost a certainty at this point).

talking to alyssa last night when i ran into her at broadway b.j., i realized that i should spend way more time making money and way less time socializing. not that i've ever been able to prioritize properly.

and i have no faith that i'll change.

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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