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Name: Alycia, the fast-food-wai
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Overland Park
Birthday: 6/9/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: HellBlazer, Tim Bradstreet, guitar, drums, photography, photojournalism, newspaper, Lemony Snickets and his dark comedy, The Karate Kid, and how palm trees never solve anything.
Expertise: Baudelaire Orphans.
Message: message me
AIM:  PoecitDew
Member Since:
10/1/2003
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ATTENTION :
Due to the infiltration of certain beings, this site is being abandoned
by its owner. She would like to appologize for this sudden
change, and will comment soon with her new alias. However, for
the time being, and probably for a very long while...
Poecit Is Dead
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| 2nd EDIT: I probably won't be online for a few days... end.
EDIT: So, tonight I went to a gay club with Justin in a
shady part of Westport. It was exhilerating. We parked,
walked to a nearby starbucks while cutting through back alleys and
stuff. then we ran from some people he knew so they wouldn't be
like...hey, aren't you supposed to be at a youth group instead of
westport at night? Anyway, it was awkward in a good way...a very good
way. We were able to get a hack cirlce going a few times...but it
was too wet and my hack got rather limp. AND I only got hit on
once.
END EDIT
Well, last night was fantastic, but I'm sure under different
circumstances and influences it would have been another night of
hell...and doubt it will ever happen again.
Why must embers make you love, and will there ever be a day of appreciation?
P.S. Bob Dylan will take over the world someday and make everyone fall in love.
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| So life sucks right about now, and for once its not because of stupid teenage angst.
Okay, so 1/4 of it is, but the rest is legit, I promise.
I might as well and just broadcast the woe to all who come across this online diary:
1. To start off with, its the whole sweetheart thing....but thats too dumb to even waste time on...
2. My grandpa is about to die, and my mom is freaking out with
funeral arrangments, and this past week, instead of going to Jone's
Store to buy a pretty red dress, I have been shopping for a nice,
black, nasty, way-too-business, suit and a lovely pair of nasty ol'
black shoes. Quite depressing
3. Newspaper...I won't go into detail though.
4. And finally, we're going to put one of my dogs down because hes too sick right now.
I dunno if I should have posted that or not, because I'm not really looking for sympathy or anything.
So, I'll end with a happy note...
Newspaper comes out Friday.
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| Hey Alycia, are you going to sweetheart?!
NO ASSHOLE. | | |
| Ah yes, those glowing embers I used to hate, tonight were a dizzying relief. The taste of vegetation can perhaps point to exits, and everyone is drunk, passed out upstairs.
Like mother like daughter?
Tastes of grapes upon my lips, so no, I'm hoping not.
And just a simple phone call like that can tape up the world again. | | |
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