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There's No Such Thing As Elizabeths

About Me

I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4 hang out and do stuff .. ..

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

oh whoever. Usually I kind of try not to meet people.

My Blog

What I Was Like I Was Just Like

Cripes like who the hell is reading this? Fourteen people so far today according to the blogometer. Like, I just don't get why. I know I go on about this all the time (if you're one of the fourteen, o...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:45:00 GMT

Please Imagine Me a Blanket

I have to stop writing blogs when I feel shit.Who's reading this anyway? Meeeeeeee....that's who. It's like my occasional diary. A diary for occasions. Just like any diary that I ever kept when I was ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 23:49:00 GMT

whatever. it took me forever.

sooo....not much to say. that's a lie.I'm playing with lying to myself, and you too, maybe. We can do that.....we can lie to each other. Honesty is for the birds....I've tried to really *explore* my f...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 08:38:00 GMT

This Is All Made Up

I just got the little shock I get when I need to take a pill. Thank God for internal reminders. But, rather than taking the pill that would keep my anxiety, heartache, sadness, panic etc away, I'll wr...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 18:05:00 GMT

The Oxford Conclusion.

Blah blah blah, m'kay? Blah blah blah.Whatever.I'm sitting in bed. A Canadian bed. That's right kit-kats. I'm back in k-k-k-Canada.And it's bleedin' brisk. OK. Let's just check in on something. Allite...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 05:48:00 GMT

Formal Hormonal

I stopped keeping a diary when I was about 12. I had written something in it that was very much, you could say, an extreme expression of teenage angst. And I left it open on my bed, and my mom came in...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 21:48:00 GMT

I Dream Of Ratsass

right so hey,I finally got the macbook that I've fantasized about over bananas and ice, and here I am, writing on it, just like the ____ you always said I'd turn out to be.Ok,So, um....well, I'm torn,...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 19:52:00 GMT

2 minutes to 9 to five

alright. It's been ages since I've written. whoah! who cares? well. the reason. I'l give you the reason anyway. because that's how I'll fill the first part of this return blog. I'm living in a house w...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 05:58:00 GMT

A Letter To The Space Beside Me

Mmm hmm? So, Yah..That last blog? Pretty boring, I know (compared to my typically heart-stopping ruminations.) Ntl. National. Nevertheless, see, I often feel as though I only 'share' as it were, when ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 20:30:00 GMT

Notes From My Real Bed

I am sitting in bed in Ca-na-da.It's a quarter after nine, Sunday morning. I've had tea and was reading (Martin Amis--Yellow Dog) until, mmm.... say five minutes ago.There are two windows in front of ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 06:41:00 GMT