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| you know whats funny. your manager who was from espl telling you you can get into espl programming. hell. it was my dream job when i left school. and now i dont want it because im afraid of people.
people scare me.
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| yahoozay we found a decent guy to front the band. hes very musical, passionate, loves the high notes and hes funny and cute to boot. now we have to play this bloody playon gig on 19 dec and i have to learn temper trap's science of fear with no electronic toys. so. wish me luck.
i hope this guy lives out his potential. he could be really good and we could be truly great. yays.
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| im sitting on my sisters bed facing the afternoon sky. there is glare in my eyes and my pants are on backwards, and the aches from yesterdays pilates class makes me feel alive.
i went over to marmalade pantry after pilates to get myself a cupcake, and all that greeted me was a sad, lonely and ridiculously dressed one. it looked like a circus top made of mucus-coloured playdoh, and its ingredients read pandan, green tea and coconut shavings. i was abit rude to let out a soft moan of disgust, but i quickly corrected myself and gave it a second look. it did stand rather tall for an ugly thing, and its quiet confidence made me wonder, if this confectionery had much more to give. it did a good job of selling itself to me, because it somehow said, i may look like a monster, but i taste like brad pitt.
i left marmalade with a chicken sandwich, and now i wonder what ive missed. and its always like that. i dont give the unfamiliar a chance.
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| how sad it must be for words; i dont use them anymore. i just have nothing to say. i could be trivial, and cordial and fun, but words would still be sad as ive used them to lie.
the project i was most looking forward to has fallen through, and it feels like a young friend died. the heart sinks but you ignore it, and one of these days i will cry. then the appraisal form came and i took one look and i knew, this is a stepping stone, not a home for me. and so, it is time.
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| i tried to be pollock and its harder than constable. as long as you paint an image you know exactly how it is to look. with color pieces, you dont know the detail, just the big picture that youre finding in the dark. the colors are nice though. i just wonder if anyone else thinks its nice.
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