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the great internet sleepover!! SEPTEMBER 15!!
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get ready, internet. i am blogging like i’ve never blogged before.

dearest neighbour,

although, i have only known you a short time, i feel our relationship is becoming intimate. we check our mail at the same time, leave flyers in our mailboxes and have similiar penchants for morning sex.

however, the difference lies in that when i have sex in the morning, it is more of a sleepy, gentler “maybe i should go back to bed…” morning song sex compared to whatever the hell it is that you and your skinny tight jeaned wearing lover are doing. it’s not that i don’t appreciate a good movie or rough..whatever, but not at 8am on a sunday morning.

you must know that i can hear you since the walls in this building are notoriously thin. do you not care or do you just get off harder on the fact that i am forced to listen? your screams scare me. is he hurting you? the fact that your bed squeaks so loudly and pounds against the wall so hard make me wonder what exactly you are doing. i am almost tempted to shimmy up the side of the apartment to spy if it wasn’t for the fact you are both so old and unattractive.

when i woke up to your sounds of “pleasure” at 6am thursday morning, i had to laugh. i thought it was funny because it was so early and well, at least someone in the building is getting something. friday afternoon, when you woke my son up from a nap, it wasn’t so funny anymore. today, after working a midnight shift with a cold, having to listen to you when i could have been sleeping peacefully, was a nightmare. i am now in a bloody rage cursing you with never ending menstruation, yeast infections or anything else that could slow you down for a few hours so I COULD FINALLY GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP.

i beg you; JUST STOP HAVING SEX or at least follow sarah’s advice to fuck her gently. sleep in, go get some egg mcmuffins, try something adventurous and go outdoors. for the love of god, i need to sleep.

hugs and kisses,

laura the sick/crabby/sleep deprived woman who lives below you

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happy 25! here’s to many more years of…good stuff.

it’s 6am and i am struggling but you know what i mean; more fun, less forks etc. :)

i hope you had a good time last night. the party was neat and you are a personal hero for having all those “losers” in one room. you have cool friends and anyone who will play “i will always love you” on guitar is a keeper in my books.

as i said in your card, you’re awesome and i’m glad i know you. happy birthday!

sulking time is officially over.

…now i will just complain and..not talk about it.

i’m currently burning the midnight oil while nearly everyone whom i roll with is at scuttlebutts celebrating the almost birthday of dear jules. i had the pleasure of attending the pre-bar party/pol convention. some could say it was a loser gathering with nearly every one of the attendees having an ad posted on there at one time or another. now i am at work in my pajamas, stuffed up/sore throat/runny nose/eyes (yuck) and extremely menstrual, wishing for a nice cozy bed to sleep in and snuggle with skits/syd.

things have improved slightly since the other day. i am adjusting although still not talking about it. i am focusing on the positive..two awesome november trips!! if anyone in the greater minneapolis area or nearly any place between thunder bay and bc wants to buy me lunch or offer sage travelling and general touristy advice, you have two months to the day to do it.

…very slowly counting down to november 9.

wait..actually you have until november 1. after i will be difficult to find, unless of course i am squatting in your basement. lucky you.

..yup, still not talking about it.

a lifetime ago, i cofacilitated a group on wellness and recovery for people with mental illness. during this group, we discussed how people with and without mental illnesses have crappy days and crappy things happen in their lives. a neat way of coping is to give yourself a few days to cry, feel sorry for yourself and otherwise sulk. you are entitled to that. after your three days, get it together and get back on track.

this is day 1. here is some jann arden for your angsty reading pleasure.

“i’ve been on my hands and knees
Crawling towards eternity
Looking for the piece of me that always got away
And I’ve been so afraid to stand my ground
So I simply shut my mouth
Close my eyes, bite my lip,
and swallow every tear.

I can’t do anything - I don’t believe in anyone
I just feel sorry for myself all day long
All day long…”

jann arden, you read my mind.

in a two hour span yesterday, i went from having an awesome end of summer day with my kiddo to being a bawling mess. it wasn’t one thing…all different things turned (or in some cases returned) to shit all at once. i barely slept last night. i kept waking up even though i was exhausted. today, i made a decision that was in the works for awhile but i was dreading it. as brian puts it, “sometimes the best decisions aren’t the easiest ones to make” which is exactly true. i can’t do this anymore, i can’t act like i am just okay with “nothing” when it is a huge something to me. i got a lot of errands done today which was good. i was “appearing offlline” on msn for most of the day as i didn’t really want to talk to anyone. as an added bonus, i can still talk to certain special people while in that status now. thanks heavens. it’s so much easier than blocking everyone.

off to bed and on with day two tomorrow.

oh yeah, i’m back to blogging. YIPPEE! new layout soonish. whatever was i thinking..i’m sorry, internet.