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Tue, 14 Dec 2004 07:13:40 GMT

New Livejournal: deosangue

Fri, 10 Dec 2004 06:37:21 GMT

I love Erik Truffaz, Troubleman, Smokey and Miho, and Juana Molina. I love history, papermaking, and afrocentrism. What do you love?

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 22:16:53 GMT

I have Viral Pharyngitis. I have an ear ache. I have a year's supply of shoe polish sitting in my cupboard. You're welcome to any and all of these.

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 04:38:01 GMT

never leave a little one unattended
never leave a light on
never leave a place you love.

Sun, 07 Nov 2004 03:26:03 GMT

Tomorrow is the Season Finale of Film School.

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 17:14:39 GMT

I've been staying tuned to grouphug.us, and today I found what has to be the most amazing "confession" I've ever heard in my life:

"802757319 I like when fat/ugly people talk about how shallow attractive people are, and how even though they're fat/ugly they have lots of friends and lovers and their life is just great and they look down on shallow attractive folks.

But the bottom line is that you can fake being friendly and having a great personality and make people like you (I've done it), but you can't fake being skinny and attractive.

So in the end, whatever 'I'm unique and special' shit you tell yourself to sleep at night is fucking stupid.

I'm not saying fat/ugly people should just die or anything, I'm just saying don't act like you're hot shit because you kiss everyone's ass to make them let you hang out with them.

Hot people with attitude problems can get away with it, fat/ugly people can't. Except with other fat/ugly people with attitude problems, but then you're like a bovine support group."

P.S. I am a fat/ugly person

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 03:57:52 GMT

Fri, 17 Sep 2004 04:59:50 GMT

The satisfaction a young lady receives upon realizing the best investment she ever made didn’t cost her a dime is both unintelligible and inconceivable. Fuck you money, Fuck you consumerism. I spent four hours downloading eleven albums, a collection of the best studio session recordings ever made.

Mon, 13 Sep 2004 06:47:32 GMT

Once again we are calling for ALL submissions for Do Leao. If you want to submit a piece of writing, e-mail it to Doleaomag@email.com with "ATTN: SUBMIT" in the subject bar; 500-1000 words about whatever you would like to write on. Include along with the work your name, age, location, schooling, and two interesting sentences about yourself. Thank you.

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 22:25:27 GMT

We're All Fat

I wear black, you wear black
size 16, size 6
wish I were smaller
you wish you were taller
it isn't just you,
we're all fat

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 01:45:29 GMT

you know the drill. Post your name if you care what I think of you. I'm sure I will get about five comments, as usual.

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 06:22:53 GMT

When you try to make everyone happy, somewhere in the midst of it all you lose sight of what makes you happy. You don't remember the little things that used to put a smile on your face, or the big things that had you feeling great. Instead, you focus on all of the neurosis of your pathetic excuse for a life. You wake up one morning and scream into your pillow until your voice dies out or you fall asleep. You find yourself tearing up in a line at a supermarket. You cry during the drive home until the lump in your throat falls to the pit of your stomach and your eyes burn so badly you cannot see. You stand in the shower for as long as you can bare until your skin turns red, because you are afraid to go back to whatever it is you were doing. You stare at nothing while everyone around you is busy, active. You misplace things, you can't recall how to complete everyday ordinary tasks. You put on weight. Your forehead is always warm. You are jealous of everyone for something...for anything. I try to hide it, on long bus rides home I pretend to talk to someone on my phone. I make up people and parts of my life. I can tell the other passengers are impressed when I step off the bus. I am too. If it were real, I would enjoy living life thoroughly. It's okay to pity me, it's okay to say things like "it will be all better". In fact, I encourage it. After all, that's why I'm writing this journal entry and keeping it public, right? That's why any of us do that, isn't it? We all want to know someone has the time to play their violins on account of our bad days. So my little orchestra, play me a song.

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 13:08:53 GMT

In Chicago
In the Windy City
In Chicago
where I want to be
In a year I may
in Chicago play
in the Windy City
where I want to be.

Thu, 15 Apr 2004 22:29:47 GMT

Thu, 25 Mar 2004 09:11:13 GMT

I may have cracked a back tooth.

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 08:24:12 GMT

Michael Northrup,
Keen eye cats and naked Indoeuropean men. Good work
With admiration,
Estephanie

Thu, 19 Feb 2004 22:13:28 GMT

Jim Dine,
This is me proposing old man.
With love (and high hopes),
Estephanie

Fri, 13 Feb 2004 04:32:55 GMT

Dear sir,
Please remember you are only as good as your last words.