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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.


2005.11.05 11:02 p.m.

this bit was written this morning before i went to work:

aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit.

quick - what a good hang over cure?
especially since i'm supposed to go work for eight hours really quick here.

that was so stupid.
i am such, such a teenager.

maybe i should have drank more as an actual teenager - then i'd be better at it by now.

yeah, there was no dance party. i didn't dance at all. that's the worst part. i just ruin things.
i mean, getting that trashed would be fine if it were after the dancing, but when it ruins things. that's stupid.

it's clearly fine.

embarassing - oh ho quite. if only i were so drunk that i couldn't remember anything. but not quite. although i don't remember certain parts that might have been funny. like calling nathan. or falling over.
yeah, except falling over is also embarassing, so whatever. but i have the scrapes to prove it.

melissa, ali, and priscilla were all so nice. it's a good thing i don't have stupid abandon friends. i felt really bad though because i ruined everyone's evening.
stupid pukadactyl.

we left right when the marks started pretty much. oh so sad.
and i didn't see any of them because i was near passedout in the bathroom. wow.

drunkme is kind of an idiot. drunk me was thinking it'd be a good idea to get back together with geordie. luckily drunk me was also busy hitting on everyone else.

i do remember when priscilla almost poked geordie in the eye. and when i didn't puke on anyone (i hope oh no).

work was good. i think i like my job. it's just easy and clearly fine. and people are funny. i had a really, really nice man tonight. he made it fun.

i wrote nick a really girly email the other day about how things shouldn't be awkward with us and other girly things because i like to talk things out.
anyway, he did write me back and i'm hoping now that things won't be as awkward anymore.

okay. i really think i should be a rockstar.
no really.
secret intense wish ->sometime i want to sing in a band and be a rockstar.
sure i can't hold my liquor. whatevs.
i'm a hot dancer.
and i bring my own roofies.

okay that's enough for tonight. it's thrown off my day not updating in the morn. but this morning the computer was making me want to barf.

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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