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BroknMuse
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Name: Melissa
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Gender: Female
Interests: I work, sleep, and repeat... with a few friends that I actually keep in touch with... I swear I used to have other interests...
Expertise: Marketing
Occupation: Marketing Coordinator
Industry: Marketing
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/8/2004
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| There aren't enough foul words to describe what this article made me think. All you Georgia people, READ IT.
We have some very serious fucking bad problems coming.
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| *Happy Dance*
I got my new external in the mail today. Yay. 200GB of portable techno-wonderful. 
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| Today I found out that not only is she getting married next week,
Rainy's pregnant to boot. In her own words, "I guess you can't
fuck like wild rabbits and then wonder why you're pregnant at
18." . . . and the hits just keep on coming . . .
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| My sister's getting married, apparently. She told me about it
yesterday. Quite the shocker - especially considering she only
mentioned this guy's existence last week. When I asked her what
the rush was all about she redirected - with a low blow. . .
My father thinks I hate him. That's why he never calls.
Five years of no relationship with him, and she just told me it was all
my fault. I didn't fight hard enough. I didn't forgive
enough. I can't get over having to fight his girlfriend (who he's
still with) to keep her from stabbing him. So him not being in my
life is my fault. Not having my dad in my life is all because I
didn't give enough. For the first few years, I called him when I
could, stopped by to see him when I was in town, and I couldn't do it
anymore. I couldn't do all the work to fix the wound, and that's
why he's not around. He doesn't know how to fix problems - never
did, and I couldn't do it all. It's my fault.
Nobody pushes a person's buttons quite like family. . .
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| Tuesday night out with friends at the bar I won Music Midtown
tickets. I was reminded of Liz's crazy ability to win all of
those tickets a while back, and had I not promised the other one to the
buddy whose birthday is Sunday, I would have called and offered it to
her. But alas, birthday friends get first pick.
Ken's still deployed to Cali, and I don't get to go see him until
summer term's over. I had my midterm Wednesday, so it's halfway
over. I miss him ridiculously, but unlike other times I've been
away from guys I've dated, I"m not worried that one of us is going to
change our minds about the whole thing. The whole thing is
completely different than anything I've ever known, and while that
scares the hell out of me, somehow it doesn't all at the same time. . .
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