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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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2002.06.06 11:10 p.m.

hi.

i miss you guys. for anyone who might possibly be reading this: we should have coffee. or go for a picnic maybe? there's a park right by my house. if you stopped by i could whip us up some sandwhiches. maybe some orange juice and fruit? i have a ton of picnic blankets, we could bring two or three and huddle up in them if it got cold. there's a playground near here too. we could hide under slides and climb trees....

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wage slave forty hour work week weighs a thousand killograms.
so bend your knees, comes with a free fake smile, for all your dumb demands.

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at work people think i'm crazy. i brought up how it's a mathamatical certainty that there's life on other planets. and how maybe the only way for our species to survive is to evolve back into amphibians. (dolphins used to have fingers.)     my co-workers had partially amusing and partially saddening reactions. meaning they thought i was weird. and figured they had enough to deal with in their own lives.
(!! how presumptious of them !! how self centered !! [not that i don't often join them in this sentiment, rather, when i think this i know how terribly wrong i am.] sigh co-workers...) but still not to care at all? not to find it a shread on interest? i thought better of them. boring boring boring. evolution should leave them behind.
we're still evolving!

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the boston pizza sign (on 8th) reads:
happy hour 3 till 6
1/2 price appys   *

(that may not be word for word)

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supertruck got a little wrecked yesterday. so he's not up to his usual brilliant self.
my mother and i were in the wholesale club and this woman in a very new suv bumped into and scraped up the side of supertruck. there's a fair size dent where the gas tank oppening is,and there's scrapes all down the side. she backed out, parked in a different parking space, went in and bought her groceries and left. this couple watched the whole thing and got her licence plate number, and her discription and volunteered to be witnesses. they were quite mad about it. indignant in fact. appartantly the woman seemed fairly rich and so on... but yeah...

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i went down avenue h yesterday and i saw j.p. and camilla sitting in their porch, reading.
i liked it so much. so so much. i wish i could befriend them. seeing as we're neighbors and everything now. i realize that i shouldn't look up to anyone really....but i do. a lot. and they are both so pretty.

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i wish that i had a tv show. that i was on..... random (yet concise and most important) vingettes.

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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