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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2005.12.08 10:27 a.m.
wow, it's almost ristmas. and mostly the spirit seems to have abandonned me. oh sigh.
i'm tired of working now. it's not that fun anymore.
i had a headache all day yesterday. i hate sleeping badly. it fucks everything up.
yeah, i worked a lot yesterday and ate a lot of crap. at the body shop at christmastime there's a lot of food in the backroom.
and it was so dead last night and i was so, so bored.
i like the girl i was working with, marie. except that i can never remember if her is name is marie or claire. that's effed, hey? i have no idea why. i think i might rename her, something i won't screw up as badly every time. beulah maybe.
my face is so dry. i'm trying everything. seems like bodyshop should be able to fix that.
i didn't know miranda was reading this ever. i think i'll now focus this diary towards miranda. because she's pretty.
wow, nothing interesting happened yesterday. well, hopefully this weekend will be partytown. come on down
to partytown.
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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