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[03 Jan 2006|08:43am] |
As I said previously, I am back, and I am more alive than ever! And I brought Willy boy with me, that’s right, the Wordsworth’s are COMING BACK! Well where have I been in the past 4 months…. Hmmmm where have I been… it’s more a question of where haven’t I been.
Well my mother found out about the dog that my brother gave me for Christmas, and she got pretty upset, with me, but I was not willing to let go of the little bundle of joy my brother gave me, so I told her where to put it. Instead of coming up with a response, she put my and my dog on a train for Montana, to go live with my uncle. Now my uncle is a nice man, but he’s set in his ways, and I was only able to call home once a week and I had no choice but to attend school, do chores and sleep. By the time I was able to call home and actually felt up to it, I found out that William had taken off. This upset me, until he popped up out of no where! He had come after me, not able to bare my mother on his own.
So here we are, two young people full of life, out of the evil clutch of our mother, but stuck on a farm in Montana. Now that our uncle had William, I was reduced to being the “woman” and had to milk a cow every morning and collect eggs, where as Willy-boy had to basically run the farm with his own 2 hands. It was pure hell, and it was getting tiring.
One night we got fed up and decided to take off, so we headed for the coast! Finally we were free to do as we pleased when we pleased! I picked up how to play the harmonica with no TV computer or telephone privileges, there’s not much you can do and be amused with on a farm in Montana when all you get is the occasional joint and moonshine you found in the neighbors barn. Willy took up the guitar, and we made money playing some Bob Dylan covers. We lived in a hotel, which was fairly sleazy, but it was cheap, they didn’t mind if we paid a little late, and the sheets were clean… I hope.
We rolled with that lifestyle for awhile, and it was going fairly well, living on our own, doing our own thing, but then on came Willy’s whining, and the shortage of money, and obsession with buying bubblegum scented shampoo, his lust was too great for the herbal essences. I spent money as well, but I spent it on things for us, the whiskey, the joints, the cheap pizza we cooked with the hair dryer. It all turned dark, the day it all changed was the day I gave Willy a wedgie so hard it split his underpants, and we couldn’t afford to buy a new pair.
We were out of money, hungry, underpantless and needed a way out. So we hopped in the back of a semi and took off barreling down the highway, not sure of where we were going, not sure of what was to come. Even with my brother and my strong dog by my side, I was scared, for the first time since I missed Poppy. I was truly scared, and I wanted to cry, but I was the strong one damnit! I never cry in front of Willy! He can’t see that I am falling apart DAMNIT! HE’S THE ONE WHO FALLS APART AND I'M THE GOD DAMN SUPPORT BEAM! I remember that night, we got out somewhere in Washington, I told Willy I was going to go steal some money from someone, I walked about 2 blocks not looking back, not answering him, I slid down in an alleyway against a cold brick wall, and cryed.
I managed to bum enough money off a couple who were young and felt sorry for me, so Willy and I went out to a dinner to eat. I swiped 2 women’s purses on the way out. I swear they both saw me, but didn’t stop me; we took their credit cards and managed to withdraw enough money to make it back home. By the time we got here mother was so glad to see us alive she didn’t question where we had been, what we had done, or who we were with. All she knows is that we are alive, I'm keeping the dog, and not to mess with us.
Everyone needs a story, and that is ours. We are back, we are fine, and that’s all that needs to be said on that issue of time spent away.
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[24 Aug 2005|06:04am] |
well, merry christmas, i decided id post pictures of what i got william for christmas.
heres they are, not exact matches, but close enough.
( presents )
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I can’t seem to sleep tonight, and no ones updating their journals, sooo here’s another from me… QUICK people give me suggestions on what I should get my dear Willyboy for Christmas.
...I'm Done
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Well I know that Christmas is almost up, and I'm going to get some good presents, but really, what I want more than all is a puppy. Preferably a pit-bull puppy, it may seem sad, but I really just want something I can fall asleep with in my arms. Yes, I am shooting for the stars, at times I'm just more lonely than I let off. Falling asleep fucked up used to make me forget I was alone in the world. But now it just reminds me of how alone I truly am. And I know I have William, but really, we can’t be any closer than we are already. Sorry for breaking down on you all, just wishing for my Christmas miracle out loud.
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| Hello Fuckers |
[07 Aug 2005|03:46am] |
Ya, sorry no post in a long time, my computer crapped out and frankly wills computer is a little to...pretty for me to be using. Ya i also took off to a few concerts on a few week long drinking binge, so ya, I'm back now, and still suprised there has been no word of me actually still attending or being kicked out of school. So I'm going to continue coasting for aslong as I can.
DOT OUT!(yes, thats right, I have stolen a phrase from the faggiest personality on tv.)
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| funness |
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so ya, checked out that halloween party shit... ya it was'nt my kindda thing, but I did get my brother in a moshpit, so the night was in all a bash.
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| Note to Willy |
[26 Jun 2005|03:18am] |
Willy, please stop using my lady razors to shave the meager hairs you have on your face, you keep leaving them out to rust and not rinsing them.
also, i know your using my satin silk shave gel
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[24 Jun 2005|04:01pm] |
While walking home I noticed our front yard is horrendous. My mother doesn’t do any yard work, and recently Willy boy has decided he’s to delicate to do it, so looks like I need to get out there and mow the lawn and pick out some weeds.
I also need to buy a sprinkler, or dig around and find our old one, that cut open Willy boys foot.
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| long time no post |
[12 Jun 2005|06:45am] |
I haven’t posted in awhile, due to a lack of what I shall call inspiration, I decided to take some time out for what I call self help, helped myself to a few joints, case and 1/2 of beer, and a 40 of whiskey.
I think Willy is disappointed in me, since I did just move here, and I have already jumped back into my bad habits. I’m referring to the drinking and skipping school on that one. I have been going to school, just no necessarily going to classes, or staying in the classes for the whole block. I will eventually turn myself around in time to save my ass by finals. At lest my mother has laid off of me a bit, I think it hit her when I was searching threw the fridge at 3pm wearing my wife beater and boxers after a nice long sleep, she seems to finally realized that I am who I am and I’m not going to change.
William, my dear brother, it is Sunday, and looking rather turbulent out, we should rent some movies and sit on our butts all day(i have some products left over aswell). I send an open invitation to any others who wish to join.
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[02 Jun 2005|11:31pm] |
So my mother just had what she called a conversation with me, if you ask me it was more of an intervention. Not the kind you all might think it was, it had nothing to do with drugs or drinking, it was all about appearance and how I give off a certain image with the way I dress. That totally goes against the things I believe in; people should not be judged by their appearances. She just doesn’t get it, last time I saw my oldest brother Richard, if I were to have judged him by his appearance I would think he was a flaming homosexual jock, I almost let that out in front of mother, but that would tear her apart, since she sees him as a wonder child, because he is going to school, and me and Willy have mentioned wanting to travel and spend our time on more worthwhile events.
I don’t see it as such a big problem that I dress and act the way I do, its not like how I dress to go to the corner store is a resume for my future, and because I dye my hair so much it doesn’t mean that I will be eternally paralyzed to do anything worthwhile with my life. And even if I don’t go to the greatest school, I know that I will still do more with my life than what she thinks I will, she said, and I quote “I don’t want you to end up being that lady on the corner yelling at her Danish”. As if the way I’m leading my life will leave me homeless and give me a mental illness.
I thought by coming back here I would be happier and have somewhat of a life, and she said I could do as I wished, she really meant I could do as I wished as long as I wore a knee-length pleated skirt and sweaters my grandmother knitted me for Christmas and got A’s in all my classes.
I haven’t even been home for a week and she has already judged me and tried to change me on multiple occasions. I’m a girl so I shouldn’t swear, have short hair, or take shop class. The only thing that is keeping me sane under this roof is Willy and my music.
I’m going to go and take a nice soothing walk and take a shower; I don’t think I’ll be going to school tomorrow, I’m not tired yet, so I probably won’t be able to get to sleep and knowing me I’d end up going to shop and then heading behind the bleachers to take a nap, wouldn’t be worth all the effort to get all ready and go.
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[31 May 2005|08:40pm] |
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Only been here for one day and Coleridge has already asked me to the dance!! I think I am going to have an absolutely amazing time here!! Hope to see you all on Friday. Thank you Willy-boy for the amazing night and allowing me to get to know your best friend, he is truly an interesting guy. I think I know why you chose him as a friend.
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| School Switch |
[31 May 2005|01:23pm] |
Well, I know that the school had already started, and I was originally attending a boarding school in England outside of London, but I saw it as being to sophisticated for my tastes and the students attending were overly arrogant. My brother was attending a school which he seemed to be enjoying, so I took off and headed towards him. Hopefully my year will be enjoyable, and I can get back to playing grave yard with Willy. That is if I can pull him away from Coleridge enough to get some time in.
Anyways onto the classes I shall be attending, I know that I share a spare with Willy-boy so we can have some quality time behind the bleachers, and I am looking forward to attending shop class, I have always been interested in the inner workings of them there fancy autos. I remember being younger and reading books with Willy and learning threw them, so I presume I shall enjoy my ILC class immensely.
Block one: Auto shop
Block two: English
Block three: Film studies
Lunch
Block four: Spare
Block five: Math
Block six: ILC
Hope to meet and get to know all of you in the future. And even if I don’t I shall always have my dear Willy near by.
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