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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.

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2003.04.11 12:09 a.m.

it's been awhile since i've worked a full shift at b.s. it's harder than it looks. and boring. holy. courtney came in for a make over though and bought 50 dollars worth of make up. ho-lo.

we went for coffee at mcgettigans after...it was kind of nice. it's just kind of awkward when it's just you and cormac there, and you're pretty sure that he can overhear the conversation. not that i dislike cormac, by any means, or even know him....it's just awkward is all. especially when the conversation turns to penis sizes. yeah, yours'.

the smell in the house is making me vomit...and i'm not in a very good typing mood.

it seems like i'm constantly thinking up wonderful ideas, and then realizing how absurd/unlikely they are. very disheartening (dish-ear-ten-ing). i wish that at some point one of my brilliant ideas would pan out into something tangible.

i think i'd feel better if i passed out.

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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