hello, loves. i've been reading your entries on my phone, but it will not allow me to reply. so i'm posting here: 14147328528. i have free sprint mobile2mobile, text, picmail, and free nights and weekends (use 'world clock' to see when it's after seven in chicago time zone). i don't go to bed till three a.m., so if you need a chat i'm here. i'm looking forward to hearing from YOU, marisela! off to work now, ring me later!

so's, does it mean a lad's still interested when he takes the time to stalk you at work, hiding behind a pillar and staring, not blinking? it was TERRIFFYING! c'mon, boyo, it's been nearly a year!

i'm back. my 'net service got cut off. sorry.
faithful and true, i bought 'rott' the day-of, wearing my best 7 for all mankind A-pockets. it was a big day. i also got the 7" of 'yhkm'.
i was- not super-hard-core thrilled.
i am in love with 'the father who must be killed', though, !.
and now i find moz's playing (appearing? being?) on my birthday (8/20) but i'll never get there.

meantime, i've been designering my ass off, in juicy couture and super-expensive jeans. i promise, thogh, it's just because i look extremely attractive in them. i'm not one of those ditz girls. never. promise. word to your mother.

my mother has filled for disability and early retirement. which means i might finally get back to chicago and school. what a release! supporting my family wasn't the greatest of joys.

but most importantly, how are you? all of you!
'cause i'm feeling fine! warm breezes of summer, come my way!

my exboyfriend is still in love with the fat, boring little fuck he left me for.
in all other respects, i've moved on, but it continues to irritate me, since i typically consider myself to be more evolved than her.
hell, damn, blast and all- how do i catch myself up in tediousness than ultimately matters not a bit?
shame on me for investing myself in others.

should i spend my morrissey money to see him in march?
i'm apprehensive.

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i don't want it to be cancelled, either.

i sifted through a bargin bin at the used record shop and bought an album because the group were on sire, and it was produced by stephen street. it seems i may have picked well, since the band's a manchester creation and they thank 'moz' (my, i wonder to whom they are referring to?).

i haven't listened to it, the band's called 'bradford' and the LP, 'shouting quietly'. any good?

now your designer friend must go on to the fabric store.

i've got just shy of three hundered in my moz savings, and although it's cold, i'm traipsing around like a super-glam nicole richie.
i have a flat stomach, narrow waist.
things are looking on the up.
i do, however, have to assemble a portfolio for parson's so soon i'll have the spare time of nothing, but at least i found my direction- mary-kate olsens' bohemien bourgeouses look mixed with risque and old, forgotten bits of trim that have yet to be reinvented.

oh, art school, i make you cry, with my film nior outfits.

my moz is BACKBACKBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm overcaffinated as much as it is!
but if only he does a small show in the states,even in LA,i could drain my Morrissey Savings for that (and visit marisela at the same time).
i'm jittering. i am freaking out.
i am such a massive dork.
i'm always so cool about everything else, but then i slip into my room, turn out the lights, and am all dramatic gestures to 'shakespere's sister'. the power moz holds over me.
anyway, the last time i got to see him, he held my hand exclusively for five seconds and it made my life (goodness, i'm a sad creature). i must, MUST stage invade, at any means possible, even if i have to bite a security guard, to give moz a gentle hug. i really, really need to feel him.

MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZ

i'm in milwaukee, to care for my mother, so if anyone's in the neighborhood, stop by. i need friends here. i also need that new moz like crazy because i'm lonely and people (who i'd rather kick in the eye) and acting like i don't amount to much, when i'm much brighter/prettier/etc than them.

so you reading this, hit comment and drop me a hello.

i was at job training a couple of hours ago, and i passed out. eating disorders are trechorous. (can't spell). i'm going to bed and hoping this sorts itself out. but first, some moz, 'course. i think i'll be reaching for a little 'louder than bombs'. mmm, yummy.