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Birthday: October 11, 1987
Status: Single
Location: Liberty, NY
Fav Color: Teal
Body Type: Average
Zodiac Sign: Libra

== Tri-Valley Class of 2005.
== Attending SCCC.
== Work at Center for Discovery...
== And I love it.
== Can't go a day with out singing.
== Majoring in Alcoholism & Drug Abuse.
== I like to observe people.
== Silliness makes the day easier.
== I love to smile and laugh.
== No one can change the person I am.
== Life is what you make it.

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Healing a little...

The malfunctioning streetlights flicker on and off, reflecting light off the snow and onto her bereaved, effete face. Thesmell of winter rides through the air with vengeance, as if battling with the harsh summer that swept the area earlier thisyear. The crackling of the ground as she steps, the screaming wind, and the buzzing of the streetlamps echo in the wintrynight.

The cold, menacing wind tosses her hair about and wraps the locks around her face as she slowly makes her way down theruined, icy street. She pulls the hair from her eyes and abruptly stops. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see thathouse--that desolate, broken-down house. That house, once intact and full of life, now stands in shambles--a victim ofnegligence.

Examining the structure, she makes note of the changes that the years have brought. Weathered shingles barely hang from eachside of the roof. Where windows once existed, shards of glass protrude from their respective frames, like jagged, pointyteeth. The door--closed for four years now--barely remains hinged as the wind spitefully taunts at it.

She urges herself to continue walking, but her memories keep her captivated with the ravaged house. The wind seems to pullher, tempting her to enter. She walks down the slippery cement path, holding out her arms to keep balance. Her effort seemsin vain, however, as she loses her footing and crashes to the ground. Using the packed snow as her only leverage, she regainsher footing and stands up.

Carefully, she walks up the decaying, wooden, snow-covered stairs. She reaches out and swipes away the loosely packed snow,allowing her to grip the feeble, splintered railing. Trembling, she turns the icy cold doorknob, manages to open the barelyhinged door, and enters the house.

Standing in the threshold, the musty smell hits her--shocking her senses. All the furniture lingers like spirits inpurgatory, making the house appear still inhabited. Through the cracks in the walls rushes vapid light from the flickeringstreetlamp, illuminating only the living room.

She scans the room, taking note of everything. Cobwebs and dust thickly coat the television stand and countertops. The oncevibrant, blue carpet has faded to a dull, smoky gray. She takes no interest in any of this. Instead, she only focuses on oneobject--that couch. She sullenly approaches the couch, disregarding the creaking of the weak floorboards and rusty nails thatprotrude from the threadbare carpet. Much of the couch seems covered with stains and dust, leaving the memorable red colorindiscernible. The couch exudes the same musty smell of the room, only strong enough to make her retch. She gazes at theheinous piece of furniture reminiscently. Every thread leaks with violation--reeking with obscenity, polluted with the likesof that abhorrent, despicable man. Seeing the couch in such a tattered state seems to atone for the foul deed he hadcommitted.

A wolf-like howl of the wind breaks the silence, startling her and sending chills up her spine. She turns from the couch andwalks back to the door. Twisting the knob, the door becomes unhinged and the wind tosses it to the ground. That door willforever be open.

She exits the house, descends the staircase, and bears the journey, once again, on the icy, cement walkway. She stops infront of the house and gives one last long stare. The wind, then, takes hold of her scarf, beckoning her to continue hervoyage on the long, ruined street. Giving in, she walks away--leaving the immoral house behind.

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Okay, so I'm a hypocrite.

Today was my second day at my new job as a Peer Educator with the C.A.T.S. (Catskill Adolescent Treatment Services) Bus. I've come to this conclusion: I've obtained the quintessential job for a cigare...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 06:44:00 PST

My letter to Rich.

I've been up all night reading my most recent romance novel, when a revelation dawned upon me. A stroke of genius, if you will. And this is the letter to Rich which spawned from it. Yknow, I was thi...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 06:22:00 PST

Some food for thought.

My friend, Miss Tezrian, posted a bulletin this evening, announcing a new blog entry.  As I read through it, I felt her hitting very close to home with me and some other people I know.  This...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 08:12:00 PST

Stuff about me

What is your name? Julia Faye BentleyHow old are you? 17When is your Birthday? 10/11/87What is your zodiac sign? LibraWhere were you born? Brooklyn, NYWhere do you live now? Liberty, NYWhat color eyes...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Being melodramatic...

I got my labret pierced! w00t w00tRich didn't want me to get it done, but he knew that I've been wanting this since I was 13.  So, for the next week or so, you'll probably see me carrying ar...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Thank you for flying NWA airlines.

Been a while since graduation.  I like working at Taco Bell.  Awesome manager who likes to blast metal when the doors are locked and throws cigarette breaks at you like they're nothing, bett...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Madness.

Okay, this isolation thing is driving me up the fucking wall.  Thank goodness today's the last day.  But I'll still be on the freakin diet until the 19th.  This upsets me.  I opene...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 09:42:00 PST

Glowing in the dark.

So none of those freaking interviews worked out.  Shawn Law Offices said they were going to hire me, then called me the next morning and said that the girl I was replacing is coming back.  E...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 11:42:00 PST

More interviews.

So the Winston Day Camp thing didn't work out, they weren't going to pay me nearly enough.  So I went to another interview for Smoker's Choice as a file clerk, paying $9/hr with 42 hours a week, ...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 05:52:00 PST

An interview.

Finally.  A freakin interview.  It's with Winston Day Camp at 11 AM tomorrow morning, for a position as a Pre-K counselor.  Wish me luck. ...
Posted by McCheese Griddle on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 08:36:00 PST