If I said I was developing this obsession with becoming Helena Bonham Carter in Fight Club, you'd understand I meant the dark smudgy eyes, thrift shop dresses and wild curly hair, not the fondness for strange men and the suicide attempts, right? I will not take up smoking, I will not take up smoking, I will not take up smoking, I will not...(whoever invented cigarettes...is probably dead already)Bassboy wants a name change. So here's the way it works : dirtygirl can ask for name changes and get them. You (being whoever you are other than dirtygirl) cannot. If you actually have so little going on that you care about the name I give you in my online diary then maybe it's time to venture outside. (Yes, I realise I'm sad enough to write the online diary. My sadness or otherwise is not the question here). Besides which, I'm thinking of moving soon. My girl verynaive is moving on so this'd be a good time to be on my way. Diary-x is looking sorta attractive lately. Its not that I don't love having to censor myself because I don't know who's reading my diary but...well, y'all get the point. Maybe I'll move, maybe I'll never get around to it. Maybe I'll love you and link you, maybe I won't. In any case, if I suddenly stop updating you'll know why. You'll have to email if you want a link, and maybe you'll get lucky. I'm listening to the verve a lot lately. This is A Very Bad Thing (again, if you don't know why it's because you're not supposed to).
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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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