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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2005.09.27 3:10 p.m.
um. guys? i miss the internet.
i was supposed to have it hooked on friday. and still...nothing. what the eff? and it's just been sloppy customer service. which i hate!
so i feel there's little point writing under pressure in libraries when i will soon have it all hooked up at home. except soon never comes.
this place is crazy and my hands are coroded and broken from working at the rolling stones concert last night. old people like to drink!
i have no feeling in the tip of one of my fingers. what does that mean?
i could hear beck over the speakers but couldn't see him at all. i was sad but didn't cry. i was too busy for crying.
okay more when i'm e-connected. but it might be a week from now. a bloody week? that's such bullshit.
i should probably sue.
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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