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BLue eyes suck cock, and other short stories... written @ 8:08 p.m. on October 29, 2003 Jenny. My friend. My penpal. My muse. I would like to know if you would honor me by coming on the 16th of March (come sooner, if you can.), and would be wonderfully pleased for you to be a bridesmaid. Afterall, I have more history with you than almost anyone else. (Although, I have known Nena since Preschool.) I will be SO happy to have somebody here who leads a similar life to the one I do, and can sort of empathize with my thoughts. You seem to have a similar attitude as I do lately. Let me know your dress size. (Although, you will probably have to pay for the fabric for your dress...it'll be pretty cheap. We're making them, as of now... but I might change the pattern. Actually... I think I am. Maybe some cool retro dress. They are going to be sage green though. Or avacado green.) Scott and I will be moving out of Nena's soon. Like 3 weeks, max. Hopefully sooner. His sister-in-law is going to see what she can do. Not that any of you care...besides Nena who won't have to put up with my ass anymore. I doubt I'll even see of hear from any of my "Scooby Gang" (gawd, I have always thought that was the most retarded name ever.) friends anymore. We are moving into a one bedroom trailer. *yay* I'm so excited I could piss myself. Oh, Jenny. If want, you an Ken (if he's coming) can sleep in out living room if you'd like. Sorry we won't have another bedroom. I'll try and buy a new couch by then that has a pullout bed. If not... uuugh... sorry? Just tell me what you want. I was in training all day today and tomorrow. It sucks. But it's paid. *Yay* I can't wait until this weekend. I am so worn out. This is not a typical job. Not a teenager job thaat you have after school and on weekends... (and don't any of you fucking say that I'm obsessed with growing up. Maybe it's time that one of us did.) This is a grow up job. I am making more than I thought. I have benefits, and retirement, and life insurance, and sick leave, and regular private leave, and paid holidays, and a set schedule...etc. This job has a shitload of responsibility, and I am so honored that I was chosen for it. They did interview other people. I was told that I was young, but had alot of maturity and potential for my age. I don't think that there is anything wrong with growing up. It's enevitable. I've never been like you guys anyway. I had a totally different childhood,a nd was raised very differently. Nena sort of understands. She delt with alot of the same shit that I did, and she's had to be a grown-up too. It wasn't an option for me. I had to be an adult very early on. Maybe that is why I love working with children so much. The rawness and pureness of them. It's so beautiful sometimes. Well... I'll stop now. About the blue eyes thing. I hate blue eyes. Yes, the color. It's not that I really HATE them, but everybody makes such a big goddamn deal about them, and I actually think they are sort of ugly. I like dark green eyes (that have NO blue) and I LOVE brown eyes, or eyes with brown and green. Mine have brown, and alot of green (despite common belief... LOOK CLOSER)... It's like when Neona says that a guy has red hair, and it is obviously a different color. Look at my dad. That's red hair...and low and behold! He's really irish! (not that I'll admit it. I am russian, and that's all that matters.) I have always felt that blue eyes are just stereotypically pretty. I hate that. I think they are sort of ugly. And I hate it when people with gray eyes or greenish gray eyes, say that they have blue eyes. They aren't fucking blue. They are gray. But, unlike I'd like to, I don't go around telling people that they have ugly eyes. I suppose I sort of like guys with blue eyes if they are in the right shade and shape. I am so picky about eyes. Look at mine! If I didn't like my eyes, I'd prolly rip 'em out, and ask god for a new set. They are my only good feature. And it's because they are Russian. I cherish them. My only ethnic feature. Besides my Russian ass. Hee hee.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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