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.
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2003.07.04 6:41 p.m.
i bought a car today. an 87 nissan micra. just what i wanted. i should be happy.
but i feel really gross. i feel up and down and well, mostly down. the show this afternoon also should have made me happy. there were good people and music. but i'm tired. and i feel stressed out. i wanted more from people too. like to never be left alone. and to enjoy them more. spend more time maybe. i also wanted to leave and sleep.
friends and cars just add more to the feeling of being overwhelmed and ill-equiped to deal with things.
o hoh.
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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