rozzin's journal

#(2004 12 8)

I want my week-end. Now.

Except..., my week-end is not mine.

We all need lives of our own.

#(2004 11 12)

Amidst discourse with Allli, horoscopes were checked. Mine #{read:}#

Your friends can't make this decision for you, but they can give valuable advice. </blockquote>
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a horrid pun

For your ample delectation during quiet recreation-- dinner and an evening dining in.
Let's engage in conspiration as you have my admiration--
 here's a box of laxatives. </pre></div>
Make it Good. </blockquote>
(written ironically and cock-eyed on a square yellow sticky placed between an elegantly wrapped box of splendid chocolates and box of splendid art-implements, the latter container being the labelled shipping-container of the bow-tie that had just been forcibly removed from my neck.)
Life is replete with irony.
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#(2004 11 3)

This year of mine has been a lame year for journalling.
The output from past years seems so much more interesting--I suppose that I should add some links back to them.
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#(2004 11 2 20)

Oh, fuck....
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