| left to my own devices i'd stay up till three a.m.
spend the whole day barely awake and then do it all again,
cause my dreams are filled with pleasantries that make me think you're here with me.
they won't let my poor heart mend.
i've tried my best to keep on with my sunny disposition,
but i close my eyes and end up reminiscing.
they see my smile, my laugh, and the hurt behind my eyes.
loss is not so easily disguised.
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| 6/?/90 - 2/24/09
I know, 18 years is a long time for a cat. I know, he has been very sick. That doesn't make it easier.
Goodbye my sweet boy.
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| things have changed for me ... and that's okay. i feel the same. i'm on my way.
No resolutions. New job starting in the new year, and I think that's enough.
Here's to oh-nine.
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|  As you may or may not have heard, it snowed in Las Vegas this week. About four inches.
As I'm sure you have not heard, it snowed in Lehighton today. About four inches.
I think I'm trying to make that mean something. I don't know what, though.
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| Blog Now!Hot chocolate is my friend. Do they make sugar free hot chocolate that doesn't taste like garbage? Sugar this late at night is probably not in my best interest.
It snowed on this side of the mountain tonight. I am not really a fan of this side of the mountain. I understand its an entirely different biome than the one I grew up in. It was 18 degrees Fahrenheit when I left for work this morning.
No work tomorrow. Or Monday. Who wants a real, honest to goodness Christmas card this year? I think I am going to go out tomorrow, assuming it doesn't snow anymore, and get a box of Christmas cards. I was too busy being depressed last year to do Christmas cards, but I am in a significantly better state of mind this time around, despite the snow. I can't believe it is December already.
An open letter to my dear friend Athena, who I think still reads my Xanga: I was filling in important dates on my 2009 calendar this afternoon and it occurred to me that I totally flaked on your birthday. No Myface/Spacebook comment, no card, no phone call, nothin'. I suck. So shippy happy flippy flappy belated birthday!
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