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[08 Jan 2010|01:56pm] |
Dear Me -
You have a choice to make. Move up and fight at 205 or starve yourself into weighing in at 185...neither is a healthy choice, but you've committed. Make your stand. And you're only 80 days away from getting out of Iraq...keep that nose clean. You can do this.
Nothin' but love,
Me.
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[07 Jan 2010|09:56pm] |
Ok you fat cow... I've had enough of your bullying, you are the most unprofessional Manager I've ever met and I don't know who you had to blow to get that position...
You may have lots of people fooled, but I can see right thru you. Maybe that's why you are determined to bad-mouth me, because you see me as a threat to your pathetic existance.
I've given you every professional courtesy, and you continue to be the same caniving bitch I met when I started here.
I'm done with you. F off. Shoo.
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[07 Jan 2010|01:59pm] |
hello everyone :) i'm megan! ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) willmassacre needed some help around here so she added me as a maintainer. i just thought i'd sort of introduce myself and put it out there so people aren't just like 'who the f is this girl...'
anyway. that's it. hello :) and for your trouble, here are a few huge pictures someone got off Getty for me. they're from December but they're adorable as hell
( click )
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[07 Jan 2010|10:56am] |
Dear you,
It's snowing outside. You probably haven't realized it yet because more than likely, you won't wake up for another 45 minutes. Everyone's gone to school and mom's gone to run errands. It's just me here. It's too quiet. I don't like being left here alone, especially not while PMS has my hormones going haywire. It's like watching a scary movie: I have to keep reminding myself it's not real, it's not real, it's not real. My crazy-hormone-induced feelings that something is very, very wrong are not real, or at least not real enough to give them much thought.
I had a very weird dream about you last night. It'll be funnier once the weird feeling I woke up with due to the dream dissapates. In my dream, you, for whatever reason, fell in love with my aunt- you know, the one married to Larry. Because of that, you gave her a beautiful (and large) diamond engagement ring (even though we both knew she was already married to Larry). Yet, despite your admitted secret love for her, you still kept telling me you cared about me. You were somewhat incredulous to learn that I didn't believe you. It would appear that even in my dreams, I dislike being a consolation prize. You were a bit smug in my dream, a bit cocky. I was very angry with you, and very angry when I initially woke up. Then, I remembered it was just a dream, but it left me with a weird feeling that I can't quite put my finger on.
We've been on a really good "roll" lately. You seem to want to talk to me and see me a bit more often than usual. Our conversations go on and on until the early hours of the morning when one of us realizes that we should probably get some sleep. The cute and sarcastic text messages and text conversations just keep coming. I love it, but I feel like I'm holding my breath and wondering if it's going to end soon and we're going to go back to normal life- not that normal life is bad. I just feel a lot more wanted right now than I have been in a while.
We're gettting close to 18 months. In the great scheme of things, I guess that's not very long, but it still feels pretty long to me. I catch myself wondering when we're going to reach that inevitable point of our relationship where the butterflies go away and I no longer feel the need to make myself look nice when I know I'm going to see you. Am I going to turn out like your mom, quiet and hiding away somewhere, always working on different crafts? Are you going to turn out like your dad, kind of silly and sports obsessed, spending more time hanging out with our son (or daughter I guess) than me? Sometimes I feel like I want to drag my heels to try to slow down the collapse. i'm going away to London for four months a year from now. I'd like to wave it off with a 'oh, we'll be fine', but what if you find someone else? What if I do? What if we just can't make it talking via video chats and email and AIM alone?
I know it's a long way off but I keep thinking that I can't take this as seriously as I would like until we make it through that.
Oh well. You're awake now.
Love,
Me
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| hello my friend, we meet again. it's been a while, where should we begin? |
[07 Jan 2010|01:06am] |
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Dear you ;;
You're not here yet, but you will be in around 8 months or so.
We're all pretty excited!
I have this feeling you're a boy, though either way, I'll be happy.
Your name has been decided:
Caiden Atticus if you're a boy, Caydian Michelle if you're a girl.
James Owen Michael was a consideration, naming you after your maternal great-grandpa and grandpa, and then your father's uncle, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted you to have a unique name.
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Hey now! At least I didn't decide to name you Bob. =]
Okay, that was mean. You have a great-uncle named Bob, and he's pretty awesome. Pretty much one of my second dads.
Aww, you'll get to meet him when you get here. You've got a lot of amazing people to meet, and a few incredibly amazing people to hear about.
I'll fill you in as soon as you get here.
Promise.
Love,
Mommy
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[06 Jan 2010|10:47pm] |
Dear you,
I don't want to seem like a homewrecker, but I really do like your boyrfriend. He's funny and sweet and always wants to know what I have to say. He's a real catch and I hate to admit that for a split second, I wanted you two to break up so I could go out with him. Am i honest about it? Yes. Am I doing the right thing? No. Please keep your hold on your boyfriend, because I honestly think I would pick him up in a heartbeat - no remorse. This probably makes me the worst person, but he's so great. I'm trying to keep my emotions under wraps, but I see him everyday and it's hard. Forgive me? :|
Dear you,
Please stop being such a great guy.
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| Dear Stripper- |
[06 Jan 2010|07:20pm] |
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Dearest Stripper Friend of Mine, PLEASE MAKE UP YOUR GOD DAMN MIND. STOP POPPING PILLS AND FUCKING AROUND WITH THE TWO GUYS, PICK ONE.
Ya ya ya douche bag #1 is by law your husband and has all these bills and debt with and cant fuck you right and he's mentally abusive and plays mind games, yet on the other hand you both have so much history and he's "trying" to change for the better.
But then there douche bag #2 who unemployed, has a child, just got outta his marriage FOR YOU (because of your past history and you being the one that got away) but he's such a good guy, so sweet and perfect and loving, he fucks you right and loves you and doesnt play game with you and shit....
but oh "which one is the best one? Oh which shall I pick? Maybe if I fuck my possible ex husband and get mind fucked then suck the other douche bags cock it will give me a better understanding of who I must leave???" Hmmm.... HOW BOUT YOU STOP BEING STUPID LIKE A COKED OUT STRIPPER AND FUCKING GET A BACK BONE BITCH AND FUCK WALK THE
TALK WHORE!! OMFG YOU UPSET ME BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU YOUR WHINNING ABOUT WHICH MALE. STOP WHINNING AND
JUST FUCKING DO IT!!
You are so fucked up and have changed since you became a stripper.
You woulda known what to do and have done it by now if stipping hadn't gone to your head...along with the coke, booze and pills.
I miss the old you. Pick the good guy. Pick the good guy Stipper Friend... He means good... thats what you need.
-Angry friend
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[06 Jan 2010|09:03pm] |
Dear bestfriend,
I know who you're with right now. And I know by the time you go home tonight you'll be dating her. And I don't know if I'm going to be able to deal with that. Honestly I don't know. I'm going to try, of course, because you're my best friend and I really mean that. But I haven't dealt with this since, oh, late October, but it feels like yesterday when I have to go back to fighting back the hurt that's rising from my stomach.
I said then I'd bide my time and wait for you to upgrade. Well, you did, and now even the upgrade is over so what do I have to wait for? I shouldn't be waiting. I have the rest of my life to live with someone else. But I just keep reliving what we had and it hurts me so much but I can't let go.
I've got no right to be hurt. I know. We're best friends and I'm pretty sure I love you as a friend, but to be honest I don't know that you understand the friendship kind of love we supposedly have the way Matt or Luke does, or the way Sid and I used to lie and say we did. Because I was the Mary-Sue who walked into your life (secretly in pursuit of Lexingtonboy, but possessed with a knack for settling) and promptly fulfilled all your schoolboy fantasies because that was all I knew how to do, all I knew how to be. And once you notice my eyes aren't purple and ... well, the Mary-Sues usually walk right back out. I don't want to do that.
But how can I stay when you don't trust us? I know you're scared of what will happen and so you're probably going to make up some excuse for not coming over tomorrow. You're this girl's first real relationship and I can't even say I pity da foo' because deep down I want you back. But you don't want to hurt her. Yet you say she won't screw up on account of you being her first, so you'll have to or it will last forever... well, that's the thing about firsts, is they just lose the novelty and you start wanting something that has a meaning besides the attachment that comes with being first. Which is exactly why you're with her and I'm with him. You don't have to screw up with a first. You just have to stay around long enough for it to get old.
And the truth is that I don't trust us together either. I say I do, of course I say I do, because otherwise we would never see each other and I would lose another basketball-playing, straight-nosed, conservative best-friend-against-all-odds to an unnecessary distance. And I talk myself into trusting us so I can look him in the eye and say it's stupid not to like you, but then I cave the minute your finger gets close to my mouth and you start biting your lip and you're so attractive and he is totally right not to want you near me.
I never want him to find out. I never ever ever want to hurt him. I know he regrets his whole relationship with "her," but the fact remains that he lost his virginity to someone I hate... and I'm still going to lose mine to him. He hates her now too. And the only other person I might have given it to (i.e. you) is now dating someone with the same name as "her," who's half-ruined this all for me. I hope you understand that I'm going to harbor a hatred for that name all my life, or at least for a while, and I can't help it, and you're not helping either by perpetuating my stupid, yet seemingly quite valid, belief that people named Kaitlyn only take away my friends and lovers. I will fake it if you want, but even if you let me call her Kait, I can never like this girl.
And I can't tell you any of this, because right now she's the most important thing in your whole universe and you'd side with her over your bestfriend, your parents, your secret Jedi trainer, your whatever. I know that. And you'd take yourself away from me the way I haven't had the heart to do, because you let go of things much more easily than I do and you have your priorities straight.
Probably I should just talk this over with him and let you think it's all sorted out. Changing what I call you two has gotten me all mixed up and made me forget I've always gone to him when I needed this kind of help (or any kind of help). Well, always except when he was with "her." And since I know he's the one I want to end up with, he should be willing to help me get past this – well, past you. After all, that's how we started dating, was a heart-to-heart about how you weren't worth it.
I need to take a shower. This was never going to come to suitable closure anyway.
love,
your bestfriend
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| An All Time Low Tribute |
[06 Jan 2010|05:54pm] |
Hey guys,
So, I'm very pround to post this here because it was something that we worked realy hard for a lof of months (almose 6 months).
The All Time Low Brazilian website (http://alltimelow.com.br) made a tribute with brazilian bands playing their own versions of ATL songs.
We had this idea to help to promote ATL here in brazil and also to show our love and suport for them.
And of course, its a GREAT opportunity for ATL and all their fans around the world to listen to some of our brazilian bands, and also to the fans of these brazilian bands that dont know ATL, to get the chance to listen to their great music.
So i'd be very thankful if you all could enter in the website we did and listen to the new versions of the songs. And i must say, there are some really different versions from the originals.
AN ALL TIME LOW TRIBUTE: http://alltimelow-tribute.com
It would be lovely if you could help us to promote the site for all the fans, via twitter or anything else.
Just a reminder : we will be doing some physic copies of this tribute just for the members of ATL and the bands that are on the tribute... some sites are saying that we will distribute some free copies, but its not true.. we cant do that ;)
x Cine
ATL:BR Team
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[06 Jan 2010|11:35am] |
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Dear friend's missing cat:
Please come back home safe to your owner, you are only a kitten, too young to be by yourself. Your owner is worry about you. Please be safe.
Worry:
Me.
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[06 Jan 2010|05:49pm] |
Dear you,
Here's why I got upset today... but wasn't able to say why...
1. I'm meant to be seeing Tony, but there I was, getting with you.
2. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything today, it was meant to be just a catch up.
3. I promised myself I would NEVER let myself feel anything for you again, but I did.
4. I felt guilty.
5. You cuddled me just like you used to, you kissed me just like you used to, you noticed in my eyes that something was up, just like you used to.
6. You broke my heart, and now I feel it's going to break again.
7. You noticed I'd changed my perfume since last time.
8. I am unable to believe that you'd "missed this".
9. You're past; I promised I wouldn't delve into the past again, that it was all about the future.
10. I wanted you, and I know I shouldn't have.
I want to believe that you hurt me too much for me to ever get back together with you, but my stupid heart wont let me. It jumped so high when I saw you :( I hate that about me. I want my control back. Ever since you broke my heart, my heart has been ice cold, but when you kissed me, it instantly melted. I WANTED it to be ice cold!!! It stops me from feeling, James!
I just don't know how I feel. I've always been like this, you should know that.
There isn't any reason for me to break if off with Tony, but there are so many reasons I shouldn't start something with you. Yet I can't, just can't, seem to get you out of my head. It should be Tony there, not you. Okay, so Tony won't committ, but I was happy with that until you stepped back into the picture! I want to blame you, but I can't. It's all my fault. I wish I never existed.
Broken,
Emma.
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