shit talk from November 30, 2009, 9:21 pm

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your cat clawing at people is not, and never will be, cute.

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shit talk from November 30, 2009, 2:47 pm

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Why does every tiny little thing hurt so badly?

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shit talk from November 30, 2009, 2:26 pm

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often i want to kick people when they're down.

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shit talk from November 29, 2009, 9:08 pm

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the neighbor refuses to talk to us these days.

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shit talk from November 29, 2009, 9:00 pm

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Where did I put my cat.

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shit talk from November 28, 2009, 11:45 am

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Of course I win.

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shit talk from November 27, 2009, 11:50 pm

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Why does it bother me so much that no one I like wants to date my online character?

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shit talk from November 27, 2009, 11:48 pm

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Maybe if you want someone to talk to you, you should try to email them, hmmm??

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shit talk from November 25, 2009, 12:33 pm

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Missing you so much, wish we coulda fixed things.

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shit talk from November 24, 2009, 12:13 pm

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Are you going to talk to me?

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shit talk from November 23, 2009, 9:43 pm

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i wish i felt better about having become the sort of person who takes pictures of their lunch and posts them to the internet. i wish it didn't feel like a cry for attention, begging strangers to tell me that i'm doing something inane okay. i also wish for a rocketship and a pony.

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shit talk from November 21, 2009, 6:06 pm

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you fucking die

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shit talk from November 21, 2009, 4:15 pm

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broke, lonely, jobless, confused. Why can't we just talk to eachother?

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shit talk from November 18, 2009, 2:56 pm

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Am I going insane? The way I've been writing e-mails to strangers suggests that I may be. stomach in, chest out.... here we go.

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shit talk from November 18, 2009, 11:10 am

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can't concentrate

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 8:22 pm

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I think I'm more afraid that he's forgotten entirely than I am that he will say yes.

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 11:15 am

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for the first time in my life, i am dreading my birthday.

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 12:15 am

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is this thing anonymous?

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:30 pm

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too many people want things from me when they see me walking around. i just want to eat a salad, dammit!

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:26 pm

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also maybe you could stop being so defensive.

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:25 pm

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maybe you could do your chores in a more timely fashion.

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:24 pm

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i've stopped caring about these things i make and now they are overtaking me! yarg!

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shit talk from November 13, 2009, 10:54 am

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You'd think after 20 years of friendship that when you heard that you really hurt me and I didn't want to talk that you might actually make some effort to fix things. I guess I know how much 20 years of friendship means to you now, huh?

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shit talk from November 11, 2009, 10:42 pm

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I'm unhappy at my job, but if I didn't have one, he & the cat would be homeless. I could live with my sister. Tired of carrying more weight than my own.

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shit talk from November 11, 2009, 4:08 pm

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Idiot coworker. Grrrr!

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:11 pm

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Thanks. I was honestly trying to get some help from you, my best friend. Help with something that is humiliating to the extreme and you just mock me. Well then, fuck you.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 8:44 pm

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Dewclaw sounds dreadful.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 7:41 pm

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Do I really smell?

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 5:10 pm

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What part of "I really badly want to go to the party" did you assume meant "I don't want to go to the party"??

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:54 pm

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because of you i will always hate Canada a little.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:37 pm

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That bitch

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:12 pm

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I'm sick of privileged little rich boys bitching when his friends won't give him free work for his latest hair-brained money-making scheme.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 11:13 am

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can't focus today.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 11:03 am

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no work, alone

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:45 am

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Love, confusion, hurt, trust, justin, betrayal, lies, sex, frustration,

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:44 am

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I know what you say behind my back and I know what you say behind other people's backs. You are a horrible person, I will not give you any more fuel for your fire. I hope I will be there to witness when it eventually burns you to death, you fucking witch.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:41 am

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the build is broken. again.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:23 am

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You've called in sick again. Color me surprised. What's best about it is that I get more work done when you're not here.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 11:03 pm

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when my insurance pays 100% of my birth control, THEN we can talk about how "only 5" Viagra is unjust.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 10:49 pm

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sometimes this site is broken in Chromium. WTF?

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 8:10 pm

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Fuck FTP. Why can't people use nicer protocols?

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 6:03 pm

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brownies, nap, and dinner combine to fail to make me feel better. rather than crying, i think i'll eeat another brownie.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 5:26 pm

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My friends are worthless assholes who have the luxury of being apolitical and bitch about me being Negative, as though caring about what happens in the world is more of a fault than their ignorant complacency.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:41 pm

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I hate that I find myself living in a situation I thought I'd left years ago. I hate that my faith in Jay's been shaken by this. I hate that my faith in Shelly's been shaken. I hate it that after 8 months Jack doesn't trust me enough to tell me how he feels. I'm sick of wondering if he just likes me or if he's actually invested his heart. I hate that I have to assume he loves me rather than simply knowing it and receiving his specific reassurance. I hate it that the most unalloyed declaration of love I've received from anyone in the last year is from a 6 year old boy. Am I not worthy of an unalloyed expression of affection? I HATE THIS.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:38 pm

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I get to be not good enough again. Awesome. Ironically, it's the same not good enough that he is so afraid of that he had to do it to me first.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:33 pm

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damn, I need a job that actually uses my brain

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:14 pm

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So this is where I'm supposed to type a bunch of grumpy shit? I am bemused.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:09 pm

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some people really piss me the hell off. why do they think I give s hit about thier blah blah blah

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 3:58 pm

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a couple of goddamn hipsters, really?

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 3:56 pm

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fuck the zoo for ruining my Thanksgiving. 2009 is fired.

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