Because We All Need a Laugh
December the 31st | 05.57 pm
mood: 
grumpy
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igntethestars
I'm fairly sure everyone has seen this at some point. If you haven't, you really need to. This is how all break up letters should be read; dramatically, and with emphasis on the terrible grammar.
After all,I hug you I mean, it'll bring a smile to your face.
A Dramatic Reading of a Break-Up Letter
After all,
A Dramatic Reading of a Break-Up Letter
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Ergh, Work.
December the 31st | 04.28 pm
posted by: igntethestars
Eighteen people were fired from my work this afternoon. Most of our business center is gone, our five star dealer girl, servicemen, a manager, and our lot porters are gone. I'm literally sick to my stomach. Bossman has assured me that my job is safe, but this still really sucks.
I'm writing to keep my mind off things. You may or may not be seeing a handful of stories in the next few days. I've decided just to keep my stories and my journal all in one. It is less to keep track of, and the tags will help keep everything simple. After Maggie's story is finished, I'll post a small masterlist.
Can it be tomorrow already?
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Frivolity and the end of the decade.
December the 30th | 11.16 pm
location: Home
mood: 
chipper
music: "Dead I Well May Be" - Viva City
posted by: thekitparade
Back to town tomorrow. I bought some divine shoes today. I really want to buy some Viva City music off hmv.co.uk but I keep reminding myself of the 20-track Sam Isaac CD and goodies awaiting me in the flat (it better have had arrived!) - a sort of mental pinch of flesh. I wish I cared so much about my studies as I did about music. And clothes/accessories. I think I'm going to go to the vintage shop tomorrow and get/order one of the necklaces I've coveted for so long. I promised myself I'd get one with my Christmas money. Bleuuuuurgh. Only young once and with a "quirky" image to uphold (best compliment I have ever been paid!).
Until at least Saturday (no buses running on 1st January), byebye. I guess that means this is my final post of 2009. It's been a great year, but let's hope 2010 raises the tone again, and things don't slide further into disarray and despair. Over and out,
Kits.
Until at least Saturday (no buses running on 1st January), byebye. I guess that means this is my final post of 2009. It's been a great year, but let's hope 2010 raises the tone again, and things don't slide further into disarray and despair. Over and out,
Kits.
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this stress is deafening.
December the 29th | 10.33 pm
mood: 
stressed
posted by: dramasforkittys
it's the ransom notes
that fall from your lips
mid sweet sentence
glittered up with newspaper cutouts
and dripping theatrics
that keeps me breathing you in
Silly boys encourage silly poems.
that go in the poetry section of my NYU supplement form
of my NYU application. :]
FML.
I completely forgot about the auditions.
How could I forget?!
stress. stomach. churning. fuck.
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Hair update
December the 29th | 11.07 pm
location: Home
mood: cheerful
music: "Whoville's Dead" - ErAsErHeAdS
posted by: thekitparade
I am newly brunette:
P.S. Don't worry, I'm still bald on the other side!
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December the 30th | 12.09 am
mood: 
blah
posted by: screwedxlove
I MIZZZZ ALL MY FRIENDSSSSS )):
i miss sac days.
i miss those fun times we all had in school.
i miss hanging out outside our classroom balcony area there.
i miss making noises in class
i miss making fun of teachers and annoying them espically mrs chong.
i miss those times when we all had our own never-ending gossip sessions
I MISS EATING THE SURVIVAL PACK FOODS AND THEN HAVING A MINI PICNIC IN CLASS.
i miss CAMP CORRI [espically sec 3 at Pahang ):]
i miss how we all always wanted to stay back in school till vv late.
i miss sitting outside the classroom balcony area and jus look and ponder.
i miss playing/laughing/shouting and all those nonsenses in class.
i miss hanging out at the rooftop during this year's camp.
I MISS THE WATER FIGHTS WE HAD. 4/1'S OWN WATER FIGHT \M/(EPIC+LEGENDARY)
i miss mr leeeeee the best teacher i ever had ):
I MISS 4/1'09 TTM );
i hope we'll all keep in contact wherever we are.
i dont say this often but
I SWEAR I LOVE YA'LL TTM.
ya'll are like a family to me, i know this sounds weird but it's true.
we all may have our ups and downs but i feel very blessed to be with ya'll for 4 fucking years :D
and i thank god for that.
amen.
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Fic - Dear April Child [4/?] - PG13
December the 29th | 03.39 am
mood: 
sleepy
posted by: igntethestars
Title: Dear April Child [4/?]
Author:igntethestars and racheldeet
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It does technically deal with male pregnancy, but not in the traditional sense.
Summary: After a brief encounter with a unique waitress at a local cafe, Jim Kirk is left with consequences he hadn't expected in a million years.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.
Links to previous parts: Part One Part Two Part Three
( For the most part, the entire 'pregnancy' was uneventful )
Author:
igntethestars and racheldeet Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It does technically deal with male pregnancy, but not in the traditional sense.
Summary: After a brief encounter with a unique waitress at a local cafe, Jim Kirk is left with consequences he hadn't expected in a million years.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.
Links to previous parts: Part One Part Two Part Three
( For the most part, the entire 'pregnancy' was uneventful )
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If only a new year actually changed things.
December the 28th | 10.04 pm
posted by: thekitparade
I alternate between wanting to get away from this mess and wanting to stay because I know it’s messed up everything else, and I don’t have the energy to fix it. Plus, I am sick of the girls having stupid fall-outs and, right now, I won’t stand for it when really nothing they circle eachother about can be this bad, nothing in any of our lives can be this bad. I want everyone to grow up, and at the same time I wish I hadn’t, and want to regress to the days when I ran around in dresses and lived in a tiny terraced house in a city and had a birthday cake in the shape of a six with ballerina candle holders.